From all the actions
I always put away
moving on from you is
my favorite delay

Distance will not run out
Therefore I will not remain empty

It is a plan to continue like so, without rushing
of whom only thinks about arriving

I stay here, smooth and belated
Seeing the rhythm choose what it becomes

I free myself of peaks and I learn
that to love is to spread impulse

To renew me, to surrender without thirst
to give oneself entirely until being one

But distance does not run out like so
nor the light or the silence they give us

I stay here, serving to her the rhythm
that perhaps is more rich to disseminate the most vital

There's a cold in me that can't be warmed.
Rugged up, I stand against the storm
And wait for you.

I'm always waiting.

Slowly, slowly they change
From alive to barely living.

A short puff of wind
And they break away from their siblings.
They descend.
They dance as though freedom is worth it.

If only I could warn them
That things will change.

But I can't bring myself to speak,
To utter such obscenities.
There's no one else.
There's only you.

Shiver as the winds change.
My breath is white before my face.
You'd lend me your coat if you could.

You kiss me gently,
Urgently,
And beg.
I shan't say a word.

I still have your gift heart.
It beats softly beside mine,
Keeping me warm as winter approaches.

Honestly, I can't tell you
That it's not enough.
Love could never be so cruel.

Autumn leaves litter the ground
And soften our footfalls.
It's only a matter of time.