Fins al final

Days and nights
together and sleepless
on the ground
cold and damp.
Pillows of words
made to share,
all that we
had left from yesterday.

There's a lot to walk.
There's a lot ahead.
There's a lot to remember
before we can forget,
because this must lead us
until the end.

What we have
is little or much, I don't know,
what I do know,
is that we did it together.
But the distance is
getting bigger,
the closer
to the sky, the farther away.