Lovegraphy

as if a sad separation is raining from the sky.
I put two old candles on the table,
and the one you like best
flowers are also in place.
and it's probably a habit of recent years...
a single blue patterned goblet.
If it counts, I drink to the day you belong.
I drink to be close to the invisible far away.
and i think...
against the possibility of not being able to come
you before me
let the wind blow as close as a lip.
maybe you will understand in a drop that will land on your face.
…angels kiss your heart
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