Every time you come to me,
deceive a caress around my shoulders
my head suits itself to what it
imagines to be loved
and waits there for what doesn't sleep,
doesn't wake up ripening in you
because you always go further
to where you have no business looking
you let me search in places where I can't find you,
not where you are, not where I want to see you,
wind, indifferent wind,
you're not there, I'm alone
and listen every night
to what I once thought of you.
