When you look for me in other eyes, you won't see me.
When you search for my voice, you won't hear it.
When you crave my touch, you won't feel me.
When you're hungry for my time, I will have no clock to share.
When you want me back, it'll be too late
A little too late.
I lost you with the consequence of finding myself,
and now there is nothing you have to offer that I don't already have.
YOU ARE READING
Brain
PoetryA glimpse of what happens in my head. It is a bilingual (spanish/english) book; some poems will be in english, others in spanish.
