domingo, 19 de mayo de 2013

You won't remember when I'm gone

The way I sorted the books
On the library
The trivial objects
At the bottom
Of my backpack's pocket
You won't remember
When I'm gone

The smell of deodorant
On my t-shirts
The noise of my breathing
When I'm sleeping
You won't remember
When I'm gone

The heap of papers
On my desk
My collection of useless
Out-of-ink pens
You won't remember
When I'm gone

The shoes jammed
Under the bed
You always complained about
You won't remember
When I'm gone

But that kiss...

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