Fantasy Love

That exhausted space
that left without warning,
housed in the memories
who visit my thinking.

So many lost things
that never come back,
they suppose to be forgotten
but for me they never leave.

It's not about pain,
much less suffering.
I try to give it a color
Or maybe a feeling.

It is cultivating these plans for years
that could not bear fruit,
while fate is opposed
placing obstacles so as not to be together.

It is sailing as shipwrecked
in a sea of lost illusions,
where what was not I rinse
next to the hopes that lie fallen.

Resigning to live
thinking about what could be,
in that future that refuses to die
to that past that could not bloom.

It is to understand that destiny
He had not crossed us.
We do not follow the same path
And at different times we were arrowed.

It is thinking for a moment
And imagine yourself with joy
Knowing that although far and distant
We both live an authentic fantasy love.

This poem is my first publication in English, it belongs to my author. I hope you liked it!