I wait in the que, behind the woman with glasses
With the magenta coat
Thinking about whales and how I used to write poems on the beach
Now I can\'t find the traces you left behind
Smudged fingerprints on sticky surfaces, I spilled like ink
Something good that spoils
Poetry without shadows
The dust settles on the photographs of us
Between the candles and the sound of piano
I feel the cold air through the cracks like a bad leakage
A broken winter I can\'t fix
In an ocean without a lifejacket
Sadness taught me how to appreciate the little things
That loneliness makes feel big
Trying not to make eye contact
Trying not to be noticed because I care
I come to the churchyard
When the sky is filled with rain and I want to disappear
And never be found, so I follow the road
With stars in my mouth
Like a lost romantic.