Where you are while I miss you?

I repeat it unnecessarily and in silence, you gave everything in a so small time slice that I don’t remember when it finished. You gave me since you saw to me and since I blushed when I knew that you were a part of me and a part of my body and of my time.

One assumes that you must be with me while I miss you, what so coarser and ironic utopia. Love you when no longer you are has been one of my favorite memories. You remember me to that coin that I found in my childhood and that I’d already spent when I still hadn’t been born.

To describe to you doesn’t have sense for my words, the point is that not describe you does have it for my amnesia. Creating your images doesn’t help to remind me that you are mine, only does.

Spin and spin as expired smoke from a cigarette in my mouth defines you as that which primarily scattered by the atmosphere immensity doesn’t have a different aim than the other that was made to be part of her; and it is thus as I knew you, as I loved you, as I kissed you, as I let you go.