Reflections of me

Reflections of me

I am standing

the front window of the house,

there is little light,

this time of night,

Time announces a storm

By far the sky lights up

with some bright rays,

this time,

my face reflects the window pane,

and I see a tear that insists on rolling

my face,

falls and spreads in my mouth,

this salt

this salt as this morning,

is a long wait and inaccurate,

no appointment,

do not know what I'm waiting.

Your steps you take each time farther,

Have not you miss the heated indoor

with the heat of my body, waiting,

or the ardent kisses that I give you happy

smiling, grateful for coming,

the cuddles,

the whispers and sighs

when you wrapped around me

and to make me happy squeals,

no longer remember how good and

asleepin my arms

when after love

forsaken you and you dream,

those dreams that pull you away from me.

And again I see my reflection

on the window,

in waiting ...