Your forgetfulness

Your lies

I keep them in the words I write

your truths I say them

on the sealed lips with which I speak

every memory of you

I lose it like tomorrow's footsteps

and I do not know who you were when I met you

of the one you were when I loved you

the thread burned on the tips

and I do not know where we started and where we ended

so our thing I no longer remember talking about it,

or cried it.

Maybe that's why

I still feel the tears in my eyes

and bruises on the lips of desires

and maybe that's why I'm a little dead

and yours do not repeat it but I do not forget it

and burned threads never to finish.

Your lies and deceit

I make them mine so that I can love you but not want you

and so it all ends

when I do not sing for you anymore

and I do not walk for one step of yours

When this is over, I think I may have forgotten you.

but not having lost you like now.

T.M.