Rakis

There was a melancholic feeling in the air from the moment I opened my eyes

Today, the sky denied us the bliss of having the sun seeping deep within our skin

Or caressing our faces as if an ending, as if a goodbye.

Or having your sweat trail down my neck

And having the laughs evaporate with the same grace in which they appeared

Instead, they linger.

And I do not know how I could talk about a dune without your sun

About laughs without hearing yours

The first night still hangs from my neck

Close to my heart, like your scar

And the second

And the third 

With white whine and your voice

And the fourth 

And the fifth

Until we were finally forced to say goodbye.

The last goodnight hangs there

like breakfast at six

There are goodbyes that must be recounted with ones eyes shut

That are unable to be touched again 

There are others, that are told with a special light

That move entire deserts and places them at the banks of an endless river

It is necessary to sit and enjoy the melancholy behind a goodbye. 

Of the strenuous satisfaction behind knowing that after all,

amidst it all

We have the enormous bliss of a hello

of a goodbye

Of the eternal present between them both.

How easily the days have become ours.