By Resilience. Photo by Cases Rebelles

I will never know why
My lips came close to your wrists
My endless, restless nights without you
My hands caressing your breast wrapped in the beats of your heart
I will never know…

No
An idealist, probably
Pink glasses on my nose
No
I will never know
Why I cried
When I saw you

Your moans breaking the silence of the night
Those hands on this breast that was mine
Those lips on the wrists I so adored
Those endless, restless nights without you
I will never know
Why me.