Storm.
Bitterness in my hands
sadness of not having you by my side.
Arms that shed my being,
that loneliness has left behind.
Your kisses no longer are mahogany that touch my lips,
your caresses no longer overflow a love well carried.
Batiste all my existence,
I let myself be carried away by the sea and now I lay on the shore.
I wake up feeling alone,
my tears clothe me in the darkness.
I am cloudy water that does not find calm,
overflowed.
The storm looks out of my window,
and I want to be able to understand what I feel.
Once again I sleep remembering,
remembering the yesterday you left,
past,
the sky is gray and my heart is desolate.
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