I walked through places and saw
the doves being quiet.
Saw the city being quiet.
I walked through dangerous streets, alone
thinking about life, thinking about you.
Missing kisses that didn’t happen…
and the colors of our eyes looking at each other.
Worked from eight to six we were cruel to each other
because we didn’t talk often.
Separated.
Connected by the distance and by the absence.
Not knowing the taste of our love.

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