It's not the silence that kills me today,
But the absence of your words.
It's not the caves that I fear,
But the cracks that the soul drags.
It's not because of your absence that I despair,
It's because of the cold that winters in dreams
Over my bed, night after night.
It's not your silence that kills me,
It's the words poorly expressed,
The non-caresses that time hides,
The storm that makes the water murky.
It's not your absence that I regret,
It's that the early mornings hurt me,
Those moments without you, so empty.
