These days flow steadily, like ocean waves.
Sometimes the sunlight shines softly on my face,
While my lips whisper the letters of your name.
Everything seems to be in place:
I feel my heart beating,
My lungs breathing,
Our shared desires, still living,
The emptiness that you left.

These days flow unpredictably, like ocean waves.
Sometimes the wind plays with my hair,
While my fingers draw a distant silhouette.
Everything seems to be in place:
The wounds have healed,
Except for one scar on my chest.
I bite my lips and remember
All the reasons to forget,
The words I couldn’t tell you,
The reasons why you should stay.

These days flow relentlessly, like ocean waves.
Sometimes the constellations write poems
Made of meteors and comets,
While my skin is covered by stardust and rain.
Everything seems to be in place:
The silence filling this vast space,
The taste of your memories, once again,
The love waiting to be confessed.

Everything seems to be in place,
And yet,
Nothing feels quite the same.
These days flow very slowly,
Navigating ocean waves.

A.V.O.
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