Feeling so alone
alone like a newborn
cold like a tear in the snow
The memory of your skin
so cold but tender
the look on her face
not yours but hers
killing me with reason
loving her with hope.
No more than that.
I wasn't home.
Remembering you, and her
so past now, now and then.
I like to think in love
I like to think of hands and hopes
of steps and horizons.
The world is like that
and I'm feeling so alone now.
(31 Mayo, 2007)
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