i'll die about 35,
stranger, or just lost somewhere, i don't know.
passing trough everything i was, or ever be.
over memories of you ,
and your being between the sun and my eyes.
trying to remember feelings
when i touch your hair,
the smell of your existence  , near me,
you and i , together , away , gone.
trying to escape this world of sights ,
realizing that we were, and it's already past ,
how stupid should i be , to forget all this?