Don´ grief over me, my love
though many useless crises
have broken something deep.
Small I am but strong under the loose thin blouse,
and I know how to breathe
through the pain of Senses.
Millions fragments of you
had stuck into my mind like splinters,
thousands of tiny comments, glances,
jokes and songs
fastened into my own memory
now impossible to separate from my own
and you have always been there
as the tapestry of my life.
When your fingers caressed my forehead my cheek
like an orchestration of your feelings
You taught me how to blush. to turn, to went on
filling my mind with polished pebbles
and pastel seashells
shaking the disorder together.
Don’t grief over me my love.
© August the 9th 2018.