It has been a long time

since the day touched me completely

water trembling under a silver fracture

the afternoon split open in silence

white dandelions crossing the wind

like the remains of a thought

no one could keep

everything in nature seems weightless

until a hidden sadness
begins to surface

then even tenderness
becomes difficult to carry

I feel someone moving near me
so near the air changes shape

I know this presence

like a forgotten word returning too late

like distant music wandering through empty rooms

yet something never arrives

the distance remains untouched

soft like a dream

cold like a screen