Conversaciones Sobre Anatomía

How long
Do I have to wait to tell you?
That it's not in a song

Nor I, can't find
Any other way, I have no other choice
Well, your heart is not mine

I know
That someday you'll come back
Then I'll change my discipline
Excuse my feelings
Because I want you here
Close to my nose

A poem
A letter, a call, a song
It's all I have
All those
Things I haven't dared to say yet
Think the worst of me

I swear
Someday I'll tell you
Face to face, our lips very close
And perplexed I'll express
That your absence
Breaks my shinbone

I'll hide here in the background
While you make the top your home
Occasionally, I'll be climbing
With a song here and there
I'll be behind, I'll be behind

I don't need
Anyone to remind me or suggest
That you're everything to me
Don't forget
Even if the calendar comes to an end
You're everything to me
You want to walk away
Please, walk very slowly
I'll be right behind
And you took my backbone