Between day and night (138)

Days

you give them to her,

old friends, memories.

Nights

you give them to another one,

knowing why,

longing for her kisses,

craving her hugs,

waiting for her calls,

dreaming ‘bout her.

still that’s not enough

to leave your two life boat.

why you praise her,

who damn knows?

love has no true answers

for any of its heart’s diseases.

yet, that’s just another sad story ‘bout a lost harbinger

from the underworlds.