I ask you a favour

 
I ask you a favour, if fate plays,
and in a fourth life, our shadows surrender.
Don't look at me, don't talk to me,
let silence be my shelter in disasters.
Ignore me as I pass, be a subtle ghost,
let the echo of what we were
be lost in the skyline,
where the wind whispers forgotten stories,
where our paths were orange souls.
I ask you a favour, don't look for me in the fog,
that every encounter breaks us,
in an eternal cycle, without truce or peace,
words that were sweet, today taste fleeting.