I knew you were not coming back, although I confess that I tried to convince myself that someday you would knock on my door, or I would see your number on my screen again. It was so even though something deep inside me said it; I will not see the curve that forms your lips when smiling, nor will your voice hear my name. That I must resign myself and accept, like all, the reality.
You left, and that's how I got lost in the world trying to find in the places that we share the love that we were spending, that we consume in each embrace.
Several meters from your skin, when you left that night, I understood every silence, and it became dense the dawn in the hope that you remember that I never sleep, that you could find me awake while the city lay in its daily lethargy.
Many times I wondered if there was any moment in which you think to me, I think that no answer would surpass mine, I no longer thought to you, I invoked you with the memory. Without mentioning you could hear my voice say your name.
I breathed and I could smell the loneliness coming to the corner where I am at last the king of the story in which I am now only the jester of your comic book, the book you threw to a corner without intentions to read. One that stayed in black and white.
I remembered everything I forgot. Maybe I just never got ready to face life alone ... without you.
I forgot to tell you that the evenings were less gray and that life had a sweet taste when I came home with your red lipstick marked on the cheeks.
I forgot to thank you for the laughter and the mornings away from this sadness that sits with me on the floor to list memories that hooks as punishment in my memory.
I forgot to tell you that for you I learned to love the rain, that I am no longer afraid to walk while it rains. I already know how to cook some things without letting them burn.
I am no longer so clumsy with feelings, although now that I think about it, I think I learned too late.
You do not want to see me laughing as I walk in the puddles of the street raising the water and soaking my old shoes.
I forgot to tell you that I smile from time to time, you always said that you liked and although you are no longer in this world to see me laugh, since that night that you understood that it was time to fly to another heaven, I have not stopped laughing every time it starts to to rain
It's been years since your departure and my hands are still empty, I'm still waiting for life to make up for your goodbye.
-Alberto Apont-
You left, and that's how I got lost in the world trying to find in the places that we share the love that we were spending, that we consume in each embrace.
Several meters from your skin, when you left that night, I understood every silence, and it became dense the dawn in the hope that you remember that I never sleep, that you could find me awake while the city lay in its daily lethargy.
Many times I wondered if there was any moment in which you think to me, I think that no answer would surpass mine, I no longer thought to you, I invoked you with the memory. Without mentioning you could hear my voice say your name.
I breathed and I could smell the loneliness coming to the corner where I am at last the king of the story in which I am now only the jester of your comic book, the book you threw to a corner without intentions to read. One that stayed in black and white.
I remembered everything I forgot. Maybe I just never got ready to face life alone ... without you.
I forgot to tell you that the evenings were less gray and that life had a sweet taste when I came home with your red lipstick marked on the cheeks.
I forgot to thank you for the laughter and the mornings away from this sadness that sits with me on the floor to list memories that hooks as punishment in my memory.
I forgot to tell you that for you I learned to love the rain, that I am no longer afraid to walk while it rains. I already know how to cook some things without letting them burn.
I am no longer so clumsy with feelings, although now that I think about it, I think I learned too late.
You do not want to see me laughing as I walk in the puddles of the street raising the water and soaking my old shoes.
I forgot to tell you that I smile from time to time, you always said that you liked and although you are no longer in this world to see me laugh, since that night that you understood that it was time to fly to another heaven, I have not stopped laughing every time it starts to to rain
It's been years since your departure and my hands are still empty, I'm still waiting for life to make up for your goodbye.
-Alberto Apont-
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