You drift away
On the river of memory
And running on the bank,
I cry for you to come back
But slowly you move away,
And in my reckless run,
Little by little, I catch up to you
A little bit of lost ground.

On occasion you dive
In the moving liquid
Or, brushing against brambles,
You hesitate and you wait for me
Hiding your face
In your pulled up dress,
From fear that you'll be disfigured
By shame and regret.

You're nothing but a wreck,
Dead dog in the water
But I'm still your slave
And dive into the stream
When memory ends
And the ocean of forget,
Breaks our hearts and our heads,
The never reunites us.

He was only 2 meters away. I was looking at him and thinking I shouldn't. Feeling his smell and thinking I shouldn't. So I tried to turn my back and drive to the front door, but he was pulling me in. He was not touching me and didn't say a word, maybe he didn't even know I was there. But he was pulling me in and calling my name. And I tried to let it go, but I couldn't. My body was sweating, my mind weighed a ton and my feet wouldn't move. Suddenly, our eyes meet each other and he realized I was desperately calling his name and wanting him to pull me in. One step, two steps. I closed my eyes and my mind was free. My feet was floating, my body tottering but never falling. It was like I had wings and was only waiting for someone who could fly with me. We were dancing in the air. Everyone was looking and trying to follow as they could. My lips touched his sometimes, and I thought of all the beautiful things I have ever read but never understood. And I didn't say a word. I just touched his face and danced.  It was like my body was part of his body and I could feel the blood running through his veins, the beat of his heart, the pace of his breath... He had such a good vibration.
Then, in a oversight, I opened my eyes and I fell flat on my face. And the floor had no mercy. Suddenly, I was alone and his hazel eyes couldn't see me anymore, not even for mocking. And there was nothing left. No more letters, no more messages in the fridge in the morning, no more dances, no more kisses. My late nights were lost with no one to talk or discuss. So I thought that maybe there was hope, but who believes in that old boring lady? There were only a broken nose and a wobbly knee because of the fall.
And I wanted to hate him. I tried to do it all the time. But he was pulling me in and calling my name. And I tried to let it go, but I couldn't... So I went. I went because he was calling me. And he came because I was calling him. And we went forward until someone broke the nose again.

*"You'll never be a part of me, I know
Never free, we never can let it go"