I no longer hear your steps
at the end of the path…
My heart does not tremble anymore
when your hand closes the gate…

Now, I’m just awake
between kisses…
and caresses made skeins…

You are only in my memory,
like a hoary memory …

You are no longer that emptiness …
that pain that torments me…
you are part of this story…
of a tireless heart…