Quédate

So much left to feel
The echo of your voice filling the empty spaces
A thousand translations of your goodbye, a question hanging
A thousand kisses deep, the pain drowned in my glass of wine
The taste of your lips dodging the path of their fate
My soul deciphering your silences
Yours questioning mine
So much left, left, left
So much left to feel and it’s that there’s still, still, still
Stay
There won’t be a period if there’s still a comma
So much left, left, stay with me
Your suitcase next to my silhouette dancing on my mattress

There’s a song unfinished
A last verse without a conclusion
A memory in my heart orbiting around your belly button
A thousand lost emotions following the air of
Your sigh, a thousand words worn out
Maybe all it takes is a gesture
So much left, left, left, so much to feel and it’s that there’s still, still
Stay
There won’t be a period if there’s still a comma
So much left, left, stay with me