
Will a day come when I will not belong to you anymore?
Will my hair forget about the tenderness of your touch, my nose lose the memory of your essence, my eyes cease to detect you amongst strangers in the crowd?
That night. That moment. When our breaths merged into a waterspring.
Planets and gods turned to us, the wind stopped its run on our window, and a dog down the street raised its ear.
It was our gift to the world, our little, unfortunate love. Nobody will remember it, we had no witnesses nor patrons.
Only these walls and our feet know how tender and meaningless it was.



