Revisit

In the morning air that smells of a mix of perfumes,

Under the sunlight that befalls in traces.

I revisit the times I have inhaled whiffs of morning air,

standing next to you, with sunlight falling on our faces.

In the emptiness of laughter and deepened conversations,

In the deafening rustling of silence.

I revisit your words, and it's strange despite of all the melancholy,

How I can still hear your voice in a crowd of thousands.

In the arms of a day laden with work,

In the grip of a night streaked with conversations.

I revisit the days I have spent entangled in your thoughts,

The nights that i have spent in your adoration.

Believe it or not but in every move I make

I revisit the journey of our destinies, that you have rendered as being fake.