Like Forgotten Kisses

Tom... Did you know your heart

has a very important story to tell?

Will the whisper

tearing at your soul

overcome the vastness that you

do not want to become a part of?

The afterglow that burns

in your face

is nothing like solitude

you are running away from.

Words born in your tears

are too delicate

to withstand this wind,

to move the stone of the past

you feel in your soul.

Tom, your blood, so painfully bright,

is the glow of the dawn

that lulls my senses,

that loves your melancholy.

I know how much it costs to lie,

but your fear is so dreamlike

that you don't understand

your own desires.

Tom, in you I see my time,

in you I feel the shadow with which

I wrap myself like forgotten kisses.

Please, stand up and show me

how beautiful solitude can be.