I kind of feel you and feel you not,
And look at you, but see you not,
I hear your words, understand none,
I'll explain my love, expect no more.
I kind of want you, yet want you not,
I really love you, you notice not,
You hear my voice, smile no more,
What's coming next, is there no more?
And what about the sweetness of our hidden love,
Has it flown away with the wind at dawn?
Have you kept it to yourself,
Is it now a part of your soul?
Or have you left it fly,
Fly towards the sun?
Have you thought of me, when you hear love songs?
Have you sang along, letting your pain go,
Have you closed your eyes, remembered my broken lips?
Did you forget what we had, just you and me?
I wish you knew, yet you know not.
-Laura Franco-Zapata
