slow The days are long nights
and your eternal absence.
distance becomes the enemy,
celebrates nostalgia
me desire me intoxicating
This love I consume, digest
heart. . .
challenged my fear.
extrañoo you!
Note: Sorry but I'm a little wistful nostalgia these days and beat me, sniff sniff, but I think in a few days is nostolgía leave me, but for now here it is. . . . Inspiring.
