Dear absence ... no!
Dolorosa absence:
I say painful, in the midst of the passing hours, being denied forget my most precious.
Because you're away, though you are living presence, because despite the goodbyes Embedded in the words that were verses in the notes were amazed by the errant claims and anger, you're still my dream eyes closed.
I write today, as I've ever written, his heart tied hands are typing each letter thorn, petal or cloud, which recreates a voice and an illusion ... absent.
You left, I went, we were not, we are not, no, no. When a fight bitterly for my "yes" and I planted in the "no" today is the denial of a nonexistent morning.
Dolorosa absence, silence and solitude absurd, distant, frustrating, powerless, hateful, taken from an evil wizard hat instead of a white dove of peace laurel in its beak, he began to draw, knots , demons, screams, volcanoes, fatigue, exhaustion, wear and tear of a relationship or a friendship thread is able to sustain.
(And I'm still without you knowing, if you glimpse a tear in your verse, my eyes waterlogging and caress your image ... absent.)
I say goodbye, the words run away behind the horizon that was assaulted by a love that did touch him, when he thought that one day your hands and mine, would be on our end, the bass that would hold the destiny that marked our meeting.
I bid them, even calling this absence painful, I can not leave the truth aside, recognizing that you're still keeping in a basin, a beating heart.
From you and me, I
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