Sunday

Last night

In the sleepless night, and shadow, and darkness, and fear

There was me, dreamy sleepless in the
noisy silent of the night. Last night.
Why did why never come?

and eternity is
the lie I
told myself
for which the unbearable heartbeat
was struck by

I think I should cry
that last tear the one that
says tomorrow is dead.
Because tomorrow never was
And so, says good bye to you,
to you who never were.

But I fear for the emptiness of you and me
Why weren't you? Why you never were?

You are precisely what you are not.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

me recordó mucho una canción