strainer

It hurts when despite feeling full I feel shattered.
Like if I have all the pieces of my heart
but divided in fragments.

You look at the sky and I don't know what shines more:
Your eyes or the moon,
Your face or my words

Millions of stars stare at you while you're playing to jump
The lines of the crosswalk.

The clouds are hidden away, they feel overshadowed
They don't appear, do not dare to ruin a perfect show:

Your watercolor skin,
Your intense red lips.

Your transparent laugh,
Your hands as strong as soft.

Then I open my eyes and wonder:
are you there my lover?

But I can't heard a noise,
Not even your voice.

They are all gone:
The colors, the sounds, the love.

Instead, something is pressing my chest:
Strong and powerful is the darkness.

I shake my face right and left,
I push away the shadows that don't let me breathe.

I control my mind, and start, quickly:
I inhale, deeply.

Then, increasingly slowly
relaxing my shoulders,
Enlarging the abdomen.

The words flow with an indefinite thought
While the reality that rejoiced me, fills again my soul
"Reality"?, Does it exist? Who cares after all?
it does to me and that's more than enough.