Where do feelings go when they go?
Do they have the fate of comets that are gradually fading, aging, or collapsing?
Today we are two strangers in opposite corners,
in parallel worlds,
which no longer intersect even at traffic lights.
The universe should bend
for us to meet again;
even at the risk of not recognizing each other.
But the universe does not bend.
For now.
Nor does he doubt;
only I doubt.
I’m throwing time between us,
until the feelings get clarified
or disappear.
Throw time between us;
to kill all that is beautiful.
The same way freedom defines me,
that’s how time has this feature,
to throw dirt over everything.
So, throw time over everything!
over your heart; over my heart;
over gazes that travel thousands of light-years; over the voice; over the caresses.
Throw time over me,
over you,
throw time…
