Blindly, I throw myself behind the faint light you radiate as you walk. You feel so close, yet unreachable, like a distant star.
I suffer the harsh winter of my nakedness, without the warmth of your skin. Behind the imaginary, you are real, with your incipient warmth that attracts me.
I am a wanderer with no other direction than your footsteps, following you through the centuries, longing for the same as you.
I wake up agitated, unable to touch you, knowing that if you leave me, I'll stop breathing.
So long we walked hand in hand, and life decided for us. Today, I string these words together so that you can feel part of it, so that you know that, even if I die again, I will continue to be born, to live with you.
Without knowing, I write verses that agree with the wind, that wind that whispers to you that there was always this Being that your voice and your gasping breath try to name.
And even without the work of eternal kissing, I am the one who follows you, following the faint light you emanate, longing to be able to merge our souls into one, to finally find the home I've been looking for so long.
