Okay, my lost love. I will pardon the long moments you made me waiting for you in this lonely and hidden garden, I will pardon the insensate whispers you have told me as a perfidious witness the last and lasting night, imagining the future entirely ours, pretending that our bodies were eternal, and to give me the earthly illusion that to be a “one day lover” were the quintessence of being…


By Kriakao.