I - everything - you

The wind blows the pages on my hand

As forbidding me to write you,

As forbidding me tell you what I want to say to your eyes.

Because yes, writing you is the only way I have to be with you,

The only one in which my pain is safe ...

and where only I can judge me.

I desire you in an indescribable way,

The sad fact is that is not only your body ...

Yes ... it's really sad.

I'm at the stage in which I daydream of you

and envy your shadow for walking by your side.

At the stage in which I lose control pathetically.

I wonder if you think of me,

If you get lost in our memories that never were,

If you lose control, or

just if you daydream of me.