And now that you're not, I miss your breath acid aging, your mouth on the glass, your younger years and even your bark. And keep your collar perpetual, empty of you, on the shelf sad and dispirited, while you feed the barren land between the hollowness that takes you away from us and brings you closer to your constant companion lineage. Only rosemary will be our judge and our witness there where the lowland forest and gorse populate the dusty road that leads to you, while you rest forever the shelter of the pines, watching and watching you go, dumb, as if everything that would have to say, has already been said. And I'm staying here by lying about less and you remind me that the clock continues its unstoppable pulse that now you're gone, my friend tomorrow others will go ... seventeen years of love, are named soon ... Your presence unconditional allegations and I did not need, maybe you've always loved, but sometimes I forget remind . Today the penalty for your absence as cartridges broke me into pieces and the pain brings me between the eyes from crystalline and seeing as it's worth ... like you said goodbye could you rme, I shake in my memory those hands that you both lick.
(In memoriam)
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