If all we have left is but a memory

If all we ever be is an illusion

Of someone we will never be

If all we have is this hoping

Of being seen by beauty

And even if you say next

We will say now we are seen…

And hopefully we will see

Beyond the mini dress

And with the mini dress

With four set of eyes

Two pairs, one for the spirit

The other for the flesh

And balance the senses

The loneliness we feel

Maybe for a moment

We won’t be unseen.

Thank you for sharing,

Pablo