I see her
in my bed
Wrapped in
her dreams
But I
couldn’t see about what they are
I listen
her in the hall
Her steps are
still songs to me
But I was
deaf to their amplitude
I see her
in the kitchen
Drinking wine,
smiling to me
Her mouth
mimetizing sweet words
As if
happiness could be spoken
I can swear
she is sitting at the table
Holding a
glass
I look at
her legs
They still give
me thirst
I kiss her
warmly
My arms are
thousand arms
And I tell
her about love
I told her
Because I
believed I knew what love was
But love is
a tempest
And I was
really deep on it
To conceive
its greatness
Now, I give
a like on her photo
Shinning
mercilessly on my screen.
