Motivated by memories, by absence, by pure passion, I squirm with lights of our lives for you ... write again forgotten.
My way of stones and earth touched by my feet, not my soul, this rises above all pain, yours ever bumped deferred paths with mine ... we had a pending appointment, organized by angels, one day in a Instead we ever imagined, they do not recognize, do not blame you, you were distracted and stuck to your existence, I'll be watching to see if any trace of memory comes to mind before dark.
