Gray Walls

Whenever I close my eyes

I remember you coming towards me, my eyes closed and I could only feel his warmth, the warmth of his lips touching mine

The warmth of your body ...

The gray walls behind us, the muffled sound of people who had no idea that there, at that moment, I was filling with happiness.

But how I wish I could not see your face every time I close my eyes, how I wish I could not remember your touch

How I wish I did not like you ...

Carolina Alves - 02/12/2017