Leave At Night

earlier darkness casts gray beds over the city the sight narrows his field and gather on small objects inlaid by time of tears and tears I undo their appearance look inside finding the first gesture who brought them to my house love affair flickering making its way through the bayonets of the day wishes to bring along then I withdraw easily I leave my hands inside of them I close the memory like a surgeon he gloves his gloves at the end of an intervention thinking of him I wonder if my gesture left everything as it was or if I changed forever something that was and which I do not know if it still is as the begining