30/08/10

The truth is that I miss you
But why if I don’t know you
Or maybe I do but I am not sure
Who you are… Who are you?

I see you in bits and pieces love
But neither one of them is you
The moments, the words, the feelings
It is I
It is me who calls you
The sensation is familiar
I know, I’ve felt it already

The moment feels like it’s repeating itself
Like it has happened again
The words, the skin
The senses would like to draw it away
But I think…
I may not want it
Or is it that I want you
Maybe I want to discover you
Or slave myself to the idea of never having you
But wish you in my deepest solitude
Envying your every breath
Your every laugh
When you close your eyes
I want to be the very last thing you see
I want your tear to be dropped
For the joy we fell together,
But only if I knew you

Today I saw you in flashes
Today I felt you in fragments
But never got my chance to touch you
Because my memory is empty
From drawing you daily
Nevertheless these words I write to you
Are meant for me
So I can release what I feel for you
Given that I can’t say them to you
Given that I can’t look at you without feeling
A world of pain and joy

Good morning lady, only you.


From the mind of Cogliostro