Looking forward to silences.

 You say goodbye and I know I'm not going anywhere

maybe your kisses won't find the lips

my or breathe again the skin of your neck,

maybe I'll learn to get enough of the cold ones

nights digging into the memories that are mine,

your voice will no longer return to still the words

me and my hand forgets the shape of your waist,

I will learn to create smiles out of thin air

knowing that they are foreign to consciousness,

maybe the tear will be the final one

point of that verse which did not know how to be a poem.

And I believe in the love that was ours,

the accomplice in our anonymity,

the faithful at any moment of your heartbeat,

the one who held your fears in my arms,

always keeping the treasure in sight,

and now an era that wants to pass

leaving the present that holds me captive

sure of the love that lives within me,

as it lives within you, waiting to read other verses.

You wake up and wait,

one word,

one mark and you are reborn.

You search and wait

and at the same time you despair.

An instant or gesture,

a look and waits,

removes spaces from spaces

and waits for silences.

fleetingly disappears,

consume yourself in the fire,

and hands so cold

and the vague aroma.

You are interfering in my space...

revive the silent voice....

entrails soothe the emotions….

we woke up and closed...

.... looking forward to silences.