I remember that castle of few days, where in each day there was a memory an illusion a kiss a sample of what you loved me and how much you loved me
While I write this
I cry ink
While you are reading this
You bleed tears
I remember that distant face that I will never let go, that perfect smile
I write in the past
Even that is present
Those brown brown eyes that make you sleepy, that redhead so orange, curls and curls, so many knots, like the ones in my throat when I saw you.
I remember finishing breaking that letter that you did to me only for me, written in prose, with that blood that has turned dark because of the years, the wrinkled tips, your haggard face
I write in the past
Even that is present
I cry ink
Bleed tears
I write in cursive with blood
