Te has marchado camino a Ítaca y te olvidaste de mí.
Siento tus pasos que se alejan mientras no para de llover.
Profeso la necesidad de escribir tus memorias y me atormentan recuerdos que aún no hemos vivido.
Tu fragilidad invade mis paredes que intentan defender tus derechos.
Although I’m not sure if you are describing this feeling towards a person, thing, or moment, I feel like I can relate to this. The tone that is behind this poem must be a mixture of disappointment and sadness.
ReplyDeleteLife is a constant struggle to avoid disappointments, sadness often becomes your only allied.
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