I used to remember
the exact path of glory of his lips
the complete way of a mouth
full of promises
poetry and heat.
Thoughts made of silk
embraced all his shapes,
both of my hands
used to trace
the entire figure
completely honored.
My knees used to feel
the burn of stone with hope
artistic hope.
Thought this hands were able
to sculpt a masterpiece.
I failed
did fall
did broke.
There are no longer
any artistic expectations,
I’m surprised I can’t recall
any frame of that face
I worshiped the first minute of my days
the face that used to calm me down
and drove me through sleep.
The sun has set
it’s been set long time ago
that light had to descend
I live and breathe and taste
all the shades of that simulated death.
I laugh now
and there’s no dissembled pain
all I wanted to share was:
this smile, these words and
this fist full of hope left
because I thought you could simply take it
or understand.
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