when I embrace you,

I feel a certain space between us,

a certain distance,

a childhood friend,

who arrived, belatedly,

you are everywhere except in the present.

the bitterness of farewell,

absent,

stained my life,

made me a nonbeliever.

absent,

from everything,

the heart does not lie.

a silent scream,

internal crying,

premature winter.

the truth?

I do not know it...

perhaps out of malice,

from someone unknown to me