mi corazon no falta

but everything is still the same in here,
in this eternal conversation that sometimes wears the mask of silence, and maybe patience;

everything your soul could do for mine it already has,
and the word mine gave yours can never be given back

no matter how we cried out with our own voice,
or find new uses in others’ we find along the way—

and every tear we ever shed is because we forgot this,
and every smile is what we remember

like the sun spinning the earth hot and cold,
or the moon, full and frozen inside all our dreams—

and i will still fall asleep slowly, searching for what to say best—
even when you’ve never called my name in your mind (again)

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