My World Just Isn’t Right without You[1]
My world just isn’t right without you.
The same sun doesn’t light my days, only a pale simulacrum. The evening stars no longer gleam, even when they’re shining.
The flowers no longer bloom, their fragrance just another odor. And colors? I can barely hear their echoes, except, of course, for the shadows of lilacs and purples.
The warm zephyr’s gone and in its place a chill wind blows sad clouds away. But even so, if you were here, I wouldn’t care at all.
My world just isn’t right without you.
[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2011; all rights reserved