The wounds of love (Poetry)

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I do not know how minutes and hours passed

And days and years ..... 

It is as if we met only yesterday

 And our acquaintance

And our tastes

And our conversations

 It was just minutes ago

  ...
 

I'm still .. trying to calm my heart beats .. When the first meeting

Still your perfume .. never left .. my breath

I am still trying to break the secret of that look

Which brought us to the first meeting

I still have a lot to say

And much to do

But time raged ... to tell me

Must be separated

Will I find enough time to tell you what your absence is doing to me?

  ...
 

I want to I gather some strength ..

I am confused by myself.

Fill my pen with some letters

I look in my papers for phrases that describe what I feel

I want to escape it ..?

He assures me that separation is a reality

There is no escape from it .