Yesterday I heard your voice in the cemetery

It was carried in the mist and the tombstones that chanted your name

It was like the scent of a snake tangled in my body

It sounded so close and real that if I closed my eyes we were somewhere we had ruined forever.

It was that I believed that if I stretched my fingers I would find your knuckles and the snort of your laugh

I don’t know

It was fantastic

Insane 

and impossible

Because we had left all that behind

We had already forgotten our numbers

and we had already lost the keys to our dead

But

I swear that yesterday

While I walked through Belgrano

I thought I heard your voice get lost in somebody else.

Ta.