I remember that red rose
And all the other things you gave me without pretensions.
I remember imagining kisses wet with rain
And all the times we kissed after the pain of a disagreement.
I remember the warmth of our hugs
And how the coldness didn't last long between us.
I remember the silly laughs
And how we followed step by step a ritual of smiles, when we met.
I remember when we wept for important things
And all the times we didn't understand the reason for the crying.
I remember when you said you loved me
And to sigh with love, before saying the same.
I remember every touchAnd how much my skin loved them all.
I remember all the moments that we lived,
Wondering if those memories will remain only with me.
YOU ARE READING
Cold days of a heart on fire
PoetryI should scream to the universe, But what is my voice after all? It is just one more between billions, And, with my death, it will not exist. So it is better for me to show what I need By writing my love, anger and dreams So I can make people see on...