The voice

I have confined 

you

your breath

your love and kindness

to imagination.

It’s been a while, that your fantasy has replace you

and this,

is the most beautiful dream of my loneliness;

a dream repeated so much

that has taken on the color of reality. 

I miss

an “I love you”

a moment of silence

the nostalgia of being with you

a cup of bitter coffee

and my pounding heart out of sheer excitement of meeting you.

Oh! And by the way, 

the alley of rendezvous

is still intoxicated with acacias.

I want you

the way you look at me

that made love, love

and your voice,

that brought a poet out of the plume.

Come closer

come calm and slow

I am always

“Waiting for you”