it assumes the bulky role
and almost miraculous
to erase the memory of the comfort of sleeping in your tender arms
my mourning begins every time you get up and leave
or open the door of my house and go down the stairs
my heart sinks and the scenery drops into a black and white world
I don't know when I'll hear from you
or when I can intertwine my fingers with yours
when will I see your body moving again with my purple backpack
I cry
I stay in bed
but i don't allow it to last more than a day
it's already 180 days of grief
among them days of happiness
where I learn the size of the joy I feel by your side
will be proportional to my sadness away from you
that's why sometimes I'm afraid, while you protect me, hold my hand, caress my hair
how much will this weigh at the time of your departure
I wanted to live in a reality where every day would have its share
but not
maybe my heart will meet your next month
like the keyring broken in two from Romeo and Juliet
we attract like magnets
and separation is painful
but happiness is so great
I realize, then, that there are pains worth bearing
0 comentários:
Postar um comentário