It hurts me deeply to miss you,
your memories stick in me like thorns.
It hurts to pretend that life goes on,
as if nothing had happened, as if nothing weighed.
Among the things that today lacerate my being,
your emptiness in my heart has fragmented my existence.
The broken pieces of my soul
day after day continue to bleed me dry.
It hurts me to pretend that I'm fine,
To disguise with smiles that your absence is not so bad.
When each new dawn reminds me
That a part of me left with you that day...
