To Muhammed

Yesterday,

I was not there, with you

You didn't talk to me

It was just something else

Not me

I was distant

away from you

away from me

dying

Then,

I understood, how far I was from you and you from me

Is there the one that you want to find inside me?

Is there the one that I need to be?

will we find each other in some moment?

I don't think so.

I think really flew away

and we didn't realize it.

I'm not here, inside me
I am not there, within you
no more
because you told me goodbye
somewhere
at some time

I our lost story.

But I still feel your hand,
your eyes
your breathing
Lost in some dimension
of our lone minds...

By Liz Borges, today