I fall like leaves,
on this idea that is not mine,
sit here in another of those evenings
when the sun shines, and you are not,
I wish you were here, to be the wind in your voice,
your cheeks, your mouth, and the scent of your neck,
you're here to watch the sun bounce in your hair,
to see as you illuminate him,
But I'm here alone without you,
falling on the idea, not let you go, without you to stay.