My favourite vice was your lips,
flavours of youth and promises,
those endless conversations,
whispers dancing in the air,
your smooth skin, an ocean that met mine,
and your laughter, contagious echoes that filled my soul.
You were the sea in which I wanted to drown,
so salty, so sweet, so you,
an abyss where the waves of your being
dragged me towards eternity.
My favourite vice was your essence,
the scent of your hair waving
in the morning breeze,
your breathing, a serene song
that took me to my most equanimous point,
that balance I always sought.
You were those arms where I wanted to rest,
forever and ever,
a refuge in the chaos of the world.
My favourite vice was your dreams,
combined with my essence,
your hope, your strength,
your calamity, which became entangled
in the jaws of my chest,
making me more yours than mine,
immortalising a love
that is now a disappointment,
an echo that dissipates in the mist,
Vices that have now vanished,
leaving only the silence of what once was.