Awake
and your absence
for moments
beats like a funereal heart
that revels in the wound.
Awake, and the great city
in its darkness
shines
with no stars to accompany it.
Somnambulant night,
dances barefoot on the street.
The light from skyscrapers and cars
dims the night sky,
rendering it unnecessary brilliance.
Awake, and your memory
is a pulse
faint and soundless.
An echo
that never answers
and turns my name
into an abyss.
Awake,
and the distant news of your absence
always present, at times,
clouds my name
and turns it into light pollution.
