So close to me
that i can hear your breath
although i can’t see you.
I can feell your shadow
behind me,
but when i turn back,
there is a whole lot of nothing.
In a dark corner,
avoiding the red lights,
i heard your voice in the next table,
but was just a saxophone’s whisper .
I see your sad eyes looking for something
in the middle of the emptyness,
but were just a pair of candles
burning the rest of my hopes.
With the smoke
dancing at the beat of jazz
i felt your smell on the beer.
And putting this napkin
in the pocket suiti go away,
as far as i can,
kicking little stones,
submerging in the deep, black night.
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