Terminar

I can still feel
wet sand
between my toes.
The coolness of
oblivion
lapping at my clothes.
The heavy
dense
silence
in the air.
And it still makes me
smile.

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Demasiado

Enough of your eyes and your heart;
Of our life;
Of the lonely nights;
Of the missing you like a knife in my chest;

There has to be more to me than you.