From those papers your face
and no lost souvenirs of a time
when a sense held up everything
and you were both a shelter and aid
Where are you looking at?
Is your day near or far?
Your eyes are focusing beyond us
staring at the last threshold of your
world that you, that’s for sure, there you saw
Years have passed but the absence does not.
You come back in the nights, in my dreams
and we talk and it’s usual.
Then I wake up, I see me, I miss you
March, 21st 2017