Procrastinated

I miss you
And I love you
As the weather misses the rain
Aren’t we the same?
Why am I mourning if
There is no time, nor space
Between us

I’ve seen you
So many times reflected
And so I have confirmed
Over and over and over
And over
Again

It is to you who I belong
It is your dream the one I see
It is you
Again

M. López

Ps. Please … please… feel me.