It's November

time passes at the same time
as my days in which I haven't stopped thinking of you
     dreaming of you
          writing to you...

realizing that I haven't been able to

               forget you

feeling in every moment
that deep desire to go out
and look for you among the people
just to see those

     hazel
          eyes
               of yours

to hug you with my mind
surround you with my arms
and breathe in the cerulean hue
of your fragrance

to whisper in your ear

how many stars I've counted thinking of you

how many sighs you stole from me

how many flowers I trapped between
the pages of my books
remembering your sweet smile

how many times I wished among the people
to see you again and how many times
I asked God in my nights

               to dream of you

or what brow more beautiful
than that of withered flowers
that of a late sky
or the most withered autumn
your eyes reminded me so much of
but if one day I found you
and had you in my arms
all those stars
     all those sighs
          wishes
               flowers, and
                    dreams

                         with you

would become something less
than a thousand heartbeats

thousands like the stars I counted thinking of you

thousands like the sighs you stole from me

thousands like all the flowers I trapped
between the pages of my books
remembering your sweet smile

thousands like the faces I looked at
with the hope of seeing you again
and like the times I asked God every night

               to dream of you

thousands like all those times I remembered
your beautiful and naked hazel eyes

those two withered flowers
that late sky
that wilted autumn