How difficult it was to see you walk away slowly with the prohibition to follow you. See you fade away . . . both on opposite paths creating a space of deep solitude between you and me. So much love to be shared but abandoned just there . . . in nothingness.
How hard it is to see you turn for the last time, your body rocking away from me; but nothing more difficult than seeing you walk away and start confusing your silhouette, confusing everything I desire in a simple stain that endlessly becomes a void, becoming part of all that doesn’t interest me. The enormous fear that you will leave and camouflage yourself with life until I can’t see you anymore and realize that all that remains is to turn around and continue walking.