Exactly now
you barge into my life
with your perfect body and killer eyes.
late as always,
luck finally strikes.
You were with him,
and I was with her,
pretending to be happy out of desperation,
not holding onto our dreams
out of fear of being alone.
But we arrived late,
I saw you and you saw me,
we recognized each other right away,
but too late.
damn the hour
that I found what I dreamed of,
too late.
To dream and miss you so much without actually having you,
so much inventing you,
So much searching for you through the streets like a crazy man,
without finding you.
being foolish
out of despair,
confusing love with company.
and that idiotic fear of finding yourself old and without a partner,
makes you choose with your head matters of the heart.
and I don't have anything against them,
my rage is against time
for putting you next to me,
too late.
Wanting to run away;
to not even see your shadow,
to think that this was a dream or a nightmare,
that you never appeared
that you have never existed.
Wanting to kiss you,
to coincide with you.
to get a little closer,
and to pull you into a hug,
to look you in the eyes
and say welcome.
But we arrived late.
I saw you and you saw me, we recognized each other immediately,
but too late.
Maybe in other lives,
maybe in other deaths.
What a need to caress you,
What a need to touch you,
to get close to you and to strike you with a kiss
to run away together forever
without damages to third parties