Pa' Que?

The bed misses the movement
Your clothes miss the air you take away
And like a battalion on strike from the future
Your shoes peek out from the closet

The house wants to clone you
And the painting on the wall is bored
Even your enemy, the kitchen
Misses those dishes you didn't make

And don't get me started on the lazy clock
Turning a moment into an odyssey
And why should I talk about myself if it's unnecessary
Why the cheesy and foolish verbosity
Why tell you that the worst is the one speaking to you
Why tell you that today, now that you're not here

The house crumbles in my mind
And the door opens by itself in case you return
The armchair still holds traces of your curves
And the floor isn't the same without your steps
And the sun doesn't even peek through the window

Knowing you're not here to see it
And don't even mention your scent floating lifeless
Or the mirror tilting to see you
And why should I talk about myself if it's unnecessary

Why the cheesy and foolish verbosity
Why tell you that the worst is the one speaking to you
Why tell you that today, now that you're not here
The house crumbles in my mind
And the door opens by itself in case you return