Waking up to the cold of your absence,
Search for not finding the tears shed on my pillow,
And remember moments lived unconsciously.
Crave die in the corners of your lips,
Sweet mouth which emanate foolish words,
insipid farewell with the noise of your distant footsteps.
Time passes, the hours and months,
And I guilty of your flight,
Imagine walking the paths of your waist,
To the mouth of your particular back.
We will shadow and oblivion holding hands,
Two souls sobbing in the hollowness of thought.
So free, you in the echo of the passing wind,
And in the depths of the eternal sea.
