all have several absences aroma. We're in your room. You lying, lying, fighting fatigue accumulated from years of work. I sat beside you, talking about issues that are the shadow of those who really wanted. Trivia invade us, and everything I make you feel good. But come to me want to vomit. Saturated mixture of tears and can not leave before you, today I am the strength paper and gave me at your mercy, with total certainty that my life would not see you suffer. But still a moment and you invade us you stay in the middle of the bed occupied while I wonder if it will be so for how strange. And while stared at the empty part of the bed, I begin to imagine the conversation that we will never have. Review every sentence you say, every explanation, every tremor of my voice and every fear. When imagining your reaction, I can not. And I can not just back to reality. I look, I see your eyes lost somewhere while you wonder if you want to make tea or if you need something.
Back to reality, bound that knot that you can not untie.
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