Verse

You come like a thief in the night
and steal the breath from my lungs.
If it sustains you I don't mind.
Share my air.
You have my heart, my soul after all.
If only I could have felt your lips
as they inhaled my expired air.
They'd be a salve,
Soothing the emptiness
the void
that remained in its wake.
I stand on the shore
shielding my eyes from the afternoon sun
with my hand
and wave,
winded.
Never knowing if you see.
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Oh Pablo, forgetting is long indeed.

Sometimes I wonder, if ten years from now, when my children are grown if I leave...

Would you be my friend?
Yould you love me still?
Me fifty, you sixty.
Holding hands on the shore,
sharing sweet kisses
passion,
words,
love.

Love is short. Forgetting is long.