I miss those times when the time was our enemy and used to count the hours to touch our hands. I miss those times when all the words were unnecessary and the wind used to be strong and bring a nice smell.
I miss so much the person you were in me and me in you and everybody else in us. I miss so much to wait for you to come and to hear “me too”, that was better than the silence. I miss so much look at my image reflected in your eyes and see me in your smile.
I wish the distance was smaller than my arm, so I could stretch myself and touch you. Along my self to find you, even though it was late enough to turn off the lights in the street. I wish I could come back in time to make it all different, even though doing it just the same.
Nowadays I feel you closer, but I can’t see you anywhere. And all that is left is this indifferent presence of your body in my bed, which turns back while sleeping, and doesn’t even notice it.
I miss so much the person you were in me and me in you and everybody else in us. I miss so much to wait for you to come and to hear “me too”, that was better than the silence. I miss so much look at my image reflected in your eyes and see me in your smile.
I wish the distance was smaller than my arm, so I could stretch myself and touch you. Along my self to find you, even though it was late enough to turn off the lights in the street. I wish I could come back in time to make it all different, even though doing it just the same.
Nowadays I feel you closer, but I can’t see you anywhere. And all that is left is this indifferent presence of your body in my bed, which turns back while sleeping, and doesn’t even notice it.
