[SPA-ENG] What we lost in Alaska ❄️. Poem

Cuando no me miras
mi figura
se derrite lentamente
como helado servido en verano

Se nota en tu mirada que estás triste
porque esperas a alguien
O precisamente porque lo esperas
Es que estás triste.

Y se nublan tus ojos
como el cielo de aquel abril:
nubes grises, viento gélido
de nuestro paseo por Alaska.

Sus manos ásperas
tus mejillas rojas, manos frías
su figura
besando la sombra de tu cuerpo.

Por cada suspiro que exhalas
me envuelvo
más y más
como nieve en la palma de tu mano.

Donde habitaba tu sonrisa:
fresca y bonita como la primavera
solo quedó un pálido fantasma
más parecido al invierno.

Tu mirada, perdida
más de treinta grados afuera
tu corazón, que fue mío
se ha quedado en Alaska

Greetings to all! I've still been visiting my sister's house and haven't had a signal. Good thing I've had plenty of inspiration and time to write 😃. This time I bring you a poem inspired by Alaska. I read that there was a tragedy recently in that secluded and cold place and decided to read about it. It seems like an interesting place to me and I have been left wanting to go.

I hope you like this poem as much as I do ❤️

When you don't look at me
my figure
slowly melts
like ice cream served in summer

I can see in your eyes that you are sad
because you are waiting for someone
Or precisely because you're waiting for him
You are sad.

And your eyes cloud over
like the sky of that April:
gray clouds, icy wind
of our walk in Alaska.

Your rough hands
your red cheeks, cold hands
her figure
kissing the shadow of your body.

For every sigh you exhale
I wrap myself
more and more
like snow in the palm of your hand.

Where your smile dwells:
fresh and beautiful as spring
only a pale ghost remained
more like winter.

Your gaze, lost
more than thirty degrees outside
your heart that was mine
has remained in Alaska