Without moving a centimeter away,
my eyes look at you again,
like they used to do it,
Remember those warm nights in the fall?
Your skin and your morfine lips
remind me a past obsession,
my heart is not willing to repeat.
I stare at you
I forgot you are not longer mine,
that your eyes and your soul,
belong somewhere else,
except to the sunflowers we took care of.
I am leaving you, alone, next to the wipping willow
Where you first kissed me,
I do not even know if you will emerge in my grey dreams again.
I just know, I miss you somehow
And the only catcher of my tears
will be that wipping tree
where you gave me the first kiss.
Pedro
April 09
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