Looking at you
LOOKING AT YOU
And I know very well that you will not be. You will not be in the street,
in the murmur that sprouts at night of the lighting poles,
not even in the gesture of choosing the menu, not in the smile that relieves
the subway complete, nor in the borrowed books
Not in him until tomorrow.
You will not be in my dreams, in the original destination of my words,
you won't be in a phone number or in the color of a pair of gloves or a blouse
I will get angry my love. Without it being for you, and I will buy chocolates
but not for you. I will stand in the corner to which you will not come,
and I will say the words that are said and I will eat the things that are eaten
and I will dream the things that are dreaming
and I know very well that you will not be, not even here, the jail
where I still hold you not even out there, this river of streets
and bridges.
You will not be at all, you will not be nor remember,
and when I think of you. I will think a thought how dark
Try to remember you.
