terça-feira, 12 de abril de 2016

Poem for those who can't see me for a while

The streets are asking for some kind of something
maybe they are waiting for your return or
pretending you are still here, laughing
through the unbreakable glasses
you keep around your eyes;
but those familiar streets are lying,
not to me, but to themselves
because I know it is too early
to expect any of your comebacks
since I've realized you haven't even left.

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