Flowers in the vase
our picture in the living room
sideways in the armchair
your memory of this love rocks
It is not there but it is not over yet.
Dinner for two
two glasses and one voice
that claims you inside me
and always leave the heart open
making sure you come back
And the appointments at the coffee bank will return
where we saw each other for the first time
a spring
And the garden roses will return to bloom
the warm afternoons and the evening
between poems.
And you'll come back to me, I know.
Clothes in a corner
and that mess that was left
In the middle of the room
I still keep it intact
and the color I add a little each day.
Today I repaired the inn
I emptied the answering machine
I shaved with the illusion
that tonight you come back without reason
to release myself as new.
And the appointments at the coffee bank will return
where we saw each other for the first time
a spring
And the garden roses will return to bloom
the warm afternoons and the evening
between poems.
The rains of caress and honey will return
your lips will return to heal my skin
you will come back early and wake up,
thinking that I dreamed it.
And you will return.
And you'll come back to me, I know
I know you'll come back
you will come back to me
Only among all we can make this a better place :)