El Breve Espacio En Que No Estás

There are still traces of humidity
Its scents already fill my loneliness
In bed, its silhouette
Is drawn like a promise
To fill the brief space where you are not

I still don't know if it will come back
No one knows what it will do the next day
It breaks all my schemes
Doesn't confess any sorrow
Doesn't ask me for anything in return for what it gives

It tends to be violent and tender
Doesn't speak of eternal unions
But gives itself as if there were
Only one day to love
Doesn't share a gathering
Prefers the song
That engages its thinking

I still haven't asked: Will you stay?
I fear the response of never
I prefer it shared
Before emptying my life
It's not perfect, but it comes close to what I
Simply dreamed

It tends to be violent and tender
Doesn't speak of eternal unions
But gives itself as if there were
Only one day to love
Doesn't share a gathering
Prefers the song
That engages its thinking

I still haven't asked: Will you stay?
I fear the response of never
I prefer it shared
Before emptying my life
It's not perfect, but it comes close to what I
Simply dreamed