Little red boots

Little red boots

A black body bag

In that darkness

Night and a poor light that comes from the nearby room

I'm crouching next to you

I can only glimpse the outlines of your head under my fingers

You are playful in my heart

You run

Like when we played hide and seek

Many winters ago

And I pretended not to see

Your red boot peeking out

My little boy in the rubber red boots

Tears just escaped my eyes through restrained sobs

Traitorous tears

There's no way they'll stop

And who would be strong enough to run his hand over the dear face

Only slightly under the fingers I follow the contours of your face

A black body bag

In that darkness