How would you feel if it were you.
How easy it is to speak but not do.
We had something, maybe...nothing,
I don't even know what did we,
let's just say that nothing was my favorite.
How is it that you can share memories with someone and then just go.
That's how it is.
I see our past
I see it as a movie,
although I don't know its genre, yet.
We made a movie and you left,
now in all the scenes it is just me and a missing character,
an important one.
I've never seen an earthquake somehow I've lived one,
how can that be? Well it is.
You just came into my life,
so unexpectedly and you were there,
you showed yourself as the actor,
the protagonist,
but you were the double, the stunt,
made to rehearse not to present.
You came in and you were a part of me, then you just left and took along with you  everything you were part of.  
You tore me apart
You were the earthquake that destroyed the little I had built.  
So now I'm here without you and without me.