lunes, octubre 25, 2010


and I hated you for not being there.
The tears came; there was nobody to wipe them off.
The air was cold, I felt sick.

I hated you for being far from my skin.
I hated your bed for having you wrapped in soft dreams.
I hated your pajamas for hiding your body.

My heart was racing, I needed you voice,
but you voice and all the rest of you were asleep in another town…
and I hated all the space between us.

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