You are, still a boy. I will be stranded at Alexandria for years. Waiting this boy becomes a man. Then I will be there, hoping and watching how days go by.
Nights will come and the weight of the darkness will lay next to me on bed.
Tears will fall after the image of you, while I am going away and you stay watching the skyline, willing to grow...
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