I miss you very much.
My house is a shell
With ridiculous furniture
In which peace does not settle.
The algorithm of your footsteps
Fractures from the kitchen
To the bedroom and vice versa.
A cosmic void is created
That resonates in my bones.
There are withered leaves in my heart
As a direct consequence
Of the absence of your voice.
I long for the echo of your laughter
To resonate,
Filling every room.
Silence has become
An unwanted tenant,
Evaporating my calm
Like dew in the morning sun.
I draw a map of your absence
In every corner of my home.
I try to detect the brightness
Of your presence in the recesses
Of my memories.
A labyrinth of nostalgia
And longing forms inside me.
Those walls against which I crash
Looking for your smell
Are silent witnesses
Of my lack of harmony.
My thoughts wither
Like flowers without water.
The silence is voraciously fed
By bitter memories that are intertwined
With my lonely whispers.
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