Hurt, wounds...
It is not just one, there are many, one for each you
Wounds, Hurt
One for each absence
How much you? How much me? How much of us?
How much time and absence on this goodbye?
How much forgiveness?, how much pain in this perennial absence
In this daily oblivion
In this you do not exit
I do not see you
I do not hear you
I do not read you
I do not feel you
In this invisible me
In that visible, untouchable you
Lies and liars
A riddle of letters
Notes moving in a hurry
Empty contents
Blurred memories
Returns without a cure immortalizing forgetfulness
Absentmindedness that hurt and call
Forgiveness bringing more forgiveness
Escaping from unreality sumerged on red wine
Calm, silence, tenderness
Sordic silence of you
Irremediable uproar from me
Thinking in tomorrow
No, it was not the end
It was just the begining
Irremediable beginning without end
I am more you and more me
Beginning without darkness
Only lights of you and me.
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Time was all for me, after more than 20 years of marriage I was alone again, looking to the world, walking on the streets, looking for a new beginning, a new job. I was petrified, my only company was my computer, the empty space, music, lyrics, poems, strangers on the vast html code, then I started writing just for fun. It is crazy, I am not a poet, no even close. English is not my first language and I am still learning it. But this, my friends, it is all I have now.
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