The Last Heartbeat

Your footprints on the path

to the new universe

have been mistaken.

Somewhere along the way

I lost my last deceived prayer.

My thoughts are on fire,

a black flame engulfs the cage

of my mind.

Your death becomes too intrusive,

your body is slowly losing

its weight.

Before we sit down

on the same bench,

let's put the naughty memories

on the top shelf,

where God does not reach.

I don't know where this loneliness

will lead us.

Longing is still trying to make life

fall in love with itself,

nostalgia deprives me

of the last heartbeat.

Your lies are uncertain.

Did you find a fallen angel last night?

Hope forbade us to trust

random masks.