We were a noise that fled away between the silence

The space between us became inmense
so big that I can’t dry your tears
so big that I can’t hear the beating of your heart.

We are not two
we are several numbers decomposed
infinities positives and negatives

No one dies or will die of love
but the pain paints of blue my early mornings.

We are no longer you and I
we are

you

and

maybe

I.