I lived in that day all there was to live
My existence came down to this
To reach the pinnacle of feeling whole again
And being able to spell the eternity of love
To then completely cease to be
There will always be this time limit
Which runs tangentially between everything corporeal
And all that remains as a memory of the reality that has faded
And the multidimensional space that I so definitely occupied
Will be a void that will fill faster than I would dare admit
But there will never be a cure for the nostalgia
That the confrontation between what we had and what we now have generates
There is nothing subtle after all
In this painful farewell to the world that was created in our image
Who can teach how to keep our innocence
When around us collapses all that used to sustain us
And the rain that insists on falling are tears
So bitter that dry up those roses
Which would spring up only in the expectation of being still an offering from me to you?
Maybe it will teach the sea waves
Which regardless of what happens insists on continuously coming and going
Singing with equal vigour songs of oblivion
Perhaps it will teach the sun that dies every night
Only to resurrect equally bright the next morning
Or maybe beyond my absence
I also may be able to teach the true meaning of this reality:
Even though we are ephemeral, our love has a timeless calling