Sometimes I lay on my side
and with open eyes
I make up your fingers
touching my hair.
I like to imagine
you are so gentle
and that that is the reason
why I don’t feel it.
That maybe you’re there,
silent, behind me,
with me…
Just so so gentle.
Too gentle.
I don’t close my eyes,
because that’s when tears start to fall.
Alenka H., 2021