Loneliness Inospita
The world has already been clearer.
The streets, lit up.
And your eyes, bright.
Today, when you tape me,
Your look has no life left.
When you kiss me,
Your mouth has no taste anymore.
When you hold me,
Your arms are cold and weak.
Your heart is very likely
Don't beat me anymore.
After all, do you still think about me?
Will you cry for me?
That you cry for me?
Do you still miss me?
Love is letting go,
But to love is also to cultivate,
Even if the earth is dry.
