I lost you
One day you weren't there anymore
And nor by night
Sometimes I dreamt about you
Tiny things I've almost forget
In some other recurrent dream
I saw you backward seeking in the see
While running towards him
He turned
And that face was nothing like his
He came back
Back to my days and my nights.
Not as the presence he was
But like a kind of personified absence
And I don't know him
I don't know him at all
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
I lost you
One day you weren't there anymore
And nor by night
Sometimes I dreamt about you
Tiny things I've almost forget
In some other recurrent dream
I saw you backward seeking in the see
While running towards him
He turned
And that face was nothing like his
He came back
Back to my days and my nights.
Not as the presence he was
But like a kind of personified absence
And I don't know him
I don't know him at all
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