#166 - Presence

how could I tell you
that I still feel
your smell
touch
breathe
without passing the impression
of being
as lonely and lost
as I am?

I still see your smile
and eyes
your stares
your lack of laughs
your dry jokes
and disdain

how could I tell you
that even after the long months that have passed
I still feel you more present in my life
than ever?

#165 - A dor e o medo sempre preenchem o que o amor cavou

muito me admira

sentir ausências

aquele leve toque

de vazio

preenchendo o que um dia

foi parte essencial

de um todo