I lived in that day all there was to live<\/p>\n
My existence came down to this
\nTo reach the pinnacle of feeling whole again
\nAnd being able to spell the eternity of love
\nTo then completely cease to be<\/p>\n
There will always be this time limit
\nWhich runs tangentially between everything corporeal
\nAnd all that remains as a memory of the reality that has faded<\/p>\n
And the multidimensional space that I so definitely occupied
\nWill be a void that will fill faster than I would dare admit<\/p>\n
But there will never be a cure for the nostalgia
\nThat the confrontation between what we had and what we now have generates<\/p>\n
There is nothing subtle after all
\nIn this painful farewell to the world that was created in our image<\/p>\n
Who can teach how to keep our innocence
\nWhen around us collapses all that used to sustain us
\nAnd the rain that insists on falling are tears
\nSo bitter that dry up those roses
\nWhich would spring up only in the expectation of being still an offering from me to you?<\/p>\n
Maybe it will teach the sea waves
\nWhich regardless of what happens insists on continuously coming and going
\nSinging with equal vigour songs of oblivion
\nPerhaps it will teach the sun that dies every night
\nOnly to resurrect equally bright the next morning<\/p>\n
Or maybe beyond my absence
\nI also may be able to teach the true meaning of this reality:
\nEven though we are ephemeral, our love has a timeless calling<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","yoast_head":"\n