Time in you

Unable To Count hours I Surrendered to counting Lapses without you In my Life

Minutes don’t exist When your name Doesn’t cross The air

Clocks are useless objects If your laughter Doesn’t mark The moment

I unlearned The mathematics Of the hands

And began to measure The world By absence

Seconds become abysses When your presence Doesn’t fill them

Days Are opaque surfaces Without the reflection Of your gaze

And I Who once calculated Commitments Dates Promises

Today I merely Somatize silences

The calendar lost meaning Since your touch Doesn’t inaugurate The mornings

The nights Stretch out Like empty corridors

And I walk Counting Not the hours

But the spaces Where you Should be

Time ceased to be a line It became a wound

It became an interval

It became waiting

And if they ask me What time it is

I only answer That it is late

Late Since you Are not here

Because time in you Was a pulse

And without you It is noise

It is static

It is an eternity That doesn’t pass

And I Unable To count hours

Surrender Once more

To counting What is missing

Of you

In me.