Winter appeared at my door
with the trace of my former loves,
he built with his hands a sad star
and in his eyes the ice still wanted to cry.
And I ran so far that I forgot the spring,
it’s a December thing having to remember
that once there was a much better time;
It still hurts me to think about your sweet kisses,
I will never forget your beautiful taste.
—I still love you in the same way I need silence
in the nights when I’m frustrated … Thinking of you…
©MESSIERAL | messieral.com
Guatemala City December 1, 2016