Constanza

I don’t need the flowers, vases Sure they’re pretty on the table But they’re proof we live a fable Trips to warm, exotic places Could bring the love that we let go Back to us; we can take it slow All I want are your embraces Let’s try a few, to remember Where we were, just last September I know you’ve been other places - I’m asking you to give them up A year’s gone by, a year too much With them around, I am faceless Please try to see me, here, instead Rekindle this love; leave their beds I don’t need the flowers, vases Trips to warm, exotic places All I want are your embraces I know you’ve been other places - With them around, I am faceless 8/31/12