Those nights

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The nights went gray when you weren't.
The echo of your voice surrounded me
And your absent body had left its smell.
It was when I discovered that loneliness
It is the food of the suicides,
those who keep sorrows and pain
Like your best jewelry
Today I know that the prophets were wrong.
Today I know he dust gray
that in the language of those who sell solitudes
with his phrases loaded with murky ideas
They announce frustrations.
Today I know to let you go
It's forgetting about kisses
Today I know that to live is to breathe in your shadow.