You knew all my steps,
you knew in the tip of your tongue all the shades of my reflex,
but you forgot
that my time rolled
in a different rhythm of the sea wind.

You have called the breeze thinking it was the wind
and my steps fade on the currents.
You have mistaken all you thought
in your imaginary of me
and I, for moments, was named Love!

I am the combination of the words
that you called me
and, in the end, I am the void that silence had left.

Every single day I remember
the taste of your smile,
but I am what silence determined.