Late afternoons,
Too distant to be touched.
I lay here,
Recollecting memories
Of you.
Within my reach,
My memories only exist.
Walking,
Down this street of memories,
I hope,
To see you turn,
From a distant corner.
A sight,
That only my eyes crave.
I lay here,
Recollecting memories
Of you.
- Alejandro Bonfil
Bravo! Brilliant write!
Bravo! Brilliant write!