Sweet Thing

This morning under the cherry tree I was thinking about our relationship, I remembered all those candies that you used to give me, you never knew that the auyama are my favorites, you gave me everything that I did not like because you thought I should dare to try new things.

I remembered all those mornings we shared and today I feel alone under this tree I think that I wish you were here with me because despite not knowing how to please my palate, your company made me feel like infinity. But over time we were fading, and today I feel that ours melts like ice.
But you should know, I thought that what happened between the two was like a delicacy impossible to satiate and that's why it was richer, I thought we were infinite like that in which I projected myself next to you.

I feel like eating cake, the kind you prepare, chocolate flavor that had the perfect balance between sweet and bitter, something that only you could do. Anyone would think that life is sweet but the truth is that it is only for those to whom life smiles, for me it is salty, it is sour and it is the opposite of sweet because you are no longer here with me.

Our romance used to have so many flavors, and without you, I felt like a sick person who has lost his taste. I hate the taste of cough syrup because it reminds me of a remedy like the one you gave me once in the subway, a bitter lollipop. Although the sweet does not expire, it loses its flavor, and loses itself in a limbo of flavors that cease to be sweet ... they are just boring flavors that no longer have -the magic vibration- of the sweet.

Lying here in the shadows of the tree is all I have left, remembering that it was our place. Among mixed feelings I realize that we were like a time bomb, at some point we would explode and I wanted it to be a soft shock, that we exploded to create universes, it was not like that ... I am very depressed.

I just want it to rain.