You already were!

I'm fed up

You can start walking

And call me ungrateful.

Eyes on

I don't even look to the side anymore

I breathe in the present

I left you in the past.

Peace in the heart

Hope in the lungs

In the head creation

I don't even remember you.

in Platonic loves, Mem-Martins (my secretary), Friday, February 12, 2021, 8:24

Nonô (M.ª Leonor Costa)