Tus Cosas

Sitting in the same spot where I first met you
Going through the pictures from the day I saw you
Sighing and thinking about what I’ll say
When I see you walk through that door

What will become of your life, what will happen to your things
That over time become blurry
You see me smiling and talking in prose
I confess I always wait for you here

Without rushing, without saying too much
Without turning another page
Without changing the rhythm, without losing the routine
Following the taste of my sad life

I keep waiting for you (I keep waiting for you)
Because I have time
And even if you never come
I still feel you

I miss your scent (I miss your scent)
I have plenty of breath
I have plenty of desire
I miss your kisses