METANOIA; poetry.

five

I do not think about you all the time,

no.

I do not think about your long

and marvelous eyelashes,

and the way they caress your cheek

when you're deep in sleep;

I do not think about your bright smile

when I told you 'I love you'

or how much you meant to me;

I do not think about your cristal clear eyes

and the way they looked

when the sun was staring at them;

I do not think about your beautiful flaws,

or the way you had routes through your skin;

I do not think about your strawberry lips

and the taste you left on mine

after kissing your mouth;

I do not think about your poetic,

intelligent and significant words

and the way you sounded like

you've been thinking about it

your whole life;

I do not think about your hands

and how perfectly they fit

with mine;

I do not think about you all the time,
no.