2022-04-23 23:11:02
The hurricane of absence that ate what was left of the waiting spirit inside me, on its way to pull me inside.
If I had known that it would be long, I would not have passed the last meeting unnoticed, I would have filled the pockets of my soul from your irrigation, I would have held your hand for another hour, perhaps for a day.
I would never send the shirt I was wearing when you said goodbye to the washing machine.
If I had the news of the unseen as a guide, I would not have buried my nails that I cut after I returned from you, I would not have washed my hands before I leaked the smell of your perfume into a handkerchief.
The shirt you had sent to the laundry would have been my best consolation, I would have hid my cold nose in its folds, in which there is so much of your perfume.
My nails that used to permeate your hand were more deserving of life than death, and I performed them while you were still alive.
If I had known for a moment that absence would be so cruel, I would have closed my eyes so that I could see you again, just so that your last picture would not become far away, but so that it would become the first used last forever!
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