Your voice in the silence

I hear your voice in the silence. Although it is only an echo of memory, I feel the call of your voice and the heat of your breath, I hear the words of a love vanished by time, a ghost that wanders in the prison of the heart and refuses to die .

In the darkness moves your shadow, figure of desire, figure of nostalgia and perfume. Phantom of heartlessness, sadness and passion, breasts and eyes of my past, reborn in my mind and fill me the entrails of the cold memory of your lost love.

It burns my skin with a caress that is no longer, that once awakened in me to be the desire, the passion, and the madness of endless love. It burns the invisible scar that left your fingers on my memories.

You are here, living in my forgetfulness, whispering in my silence. Just live for the obsession of my hurt soul that longs for you poisoned with the love of your lips and the pain of your absence.

You return from oblivion and materialize into nothingness, every night, thirsting for my tears and my sighs. Speaking to me in silence, caressing me with your hands of nostalgia and aroma, you always return, thanks to memory without reason, to the soul blinded by the love that one day left, saying goodbye with a kiss, a look and silence.