MAYBE
Maybe, the perfect word to describe you: Cumulus of memories attached to your anagram all inclusive assumptions metaphor intact synagogue without walls a constant flow of boleros. The tide was flooding us there was no loophole left untouched, its waves swept the darkness away: I think of you, I think of you Maybe, the indestructible word tattooed to our history: There were times that hand in hand I walked with death, it was the timeless compass of my shadow. I lacked air in your presence, and your absence made the wind carry me away: I think of you, I think of you Maybe, this fall be like every year: The well full, the table set and the coffee served await the arrival of newspaper. I think of you, I think of you Maybe we slept and I woke you: Wearing the armor in which you met me Its soft touch and the black color endure ...