Sep 4, 2018 · 1 min read
How
How can I think of you, if the world conspires to only forget you, without your kisses, without smelling your scent, without rubbing my bristling skin a thousand times an hour
How can I write about you, if my prayers sometimes forget you and my ups and downs involve you, that although you never leave me, I keep you at a distance
How can I stifle my love, when you arrive and do not return, when you come and I already went.
How can I dream of you, if in my nightmares you also find yourself and in my most morbid desires?
How can I connect with you, if the time doesn’t help us, and the interaction give the strength to never, indeed, never forget you.
How…

