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Tomorrow I'm coming to you, Babe.

I promise you.

I know.

I also promised you that I'll try it.

And I did.

I just noticed it doesn't work without you.

Without you everything is grey.

I want to be back in your warmth.

I want to be back in your colours.

I want to be back in your arms.

What would we be doing right now if cancer wouldn't have come after you so early?

Probably laying in bed and watch a movie, just like the old times, right?

Once a month we'd watch an old movie in black and white.

Do you still remember the film we watched right after your diagnosis?

The one I cried at because the woman lost her husband due to cancer.

I've been so scared that I'd lost you that early as well.

But you said that the doctor told you we'd have two, up to six years.

Back then this Information calmed me.

Now I wish we would've had at least two years.

I ain't watching any black and white films anymorw.

Why should I?

For me everything is grey anyways.

Grey like the curls that come out of these cigarettes In smoking since today's morning.

Maybe that brings me to you faster.

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