Distant and weak love.

the girl of my dreams, distant companion, you were my morning coffee, now loneliness awakens me, just a ''good morning'' I can feel, you chose a different path by which I can not walk.

My love, that your fire does not go out, mine is still burning like the first day, The distance hits us both, but the value approaches our hearts, the doubts come like lightning to the mind, I do not feel her it and I think that it no longer exists, my life is empty, its words can only fill that space, the calls of the end of the day, the most expected by my being, and tell her my adventures, that fill me with pleasure, while she waits to tell theirs, then remember the sad loneliness of reality, as I would like to touch it, and see her smile, but, just wait that the time passes, so that the day arrives in which it returns to have her it in my arms, and thus to remember that the life, not only is nostalgia.

Ricardo Pla.