It would be easy
to define you
as a crossroads,
as an addiction
or as an epiphany.
However
any of that
explains you.
I have to find satisfaction
in finding you
in my own limitations.
I hope the Nothing
gets bigger,
that become monstrous,
I hope to get lost
in a sea of unknown expressions
to never find you
in my bed
watching how my steps
which are looking -desperately-
for you
never find you.
To be witness
of my own defeat
so then,
there,
in the land
of the unspoken words
of the unlived life
who dies
as a mere unreachable
possibility
find
the true measure
of my love
for you.
