Ven tú

A year goes by without kissing you,
without seeing you, love, without holding you tight;
I know you feel the same way
but I’m tired of not being with you.

When you call me on the phone
I manage to pretend that I’m happy
but as soon as I hang up
this immense sadness floods my body.

I’m tired of saying I love you,
of the thousand I love yous
that you send me in letters.
Come and tell me face to face
because I don’t feel anything on paper.
Come here and give my life a boost,
come here and heal this wound.
Come here because I can’t touch you
through photographs,
much less give you love.
Come here because I can’t worship anyone
chatting on the computer.
Come here because it’s not the same to talk to you
as it is to touch your body and feel your warmth.

Come here and kill the doubt of never seeing you again;
come here, my love, please come.

I can’t watch time pass anymore
and every time you’re further away,
depriving me of your gaze
and seeing your body lying in bed.

I’m tired of this…