Here, there and everywhere

I’m absentminded, thoughtless... I can’t to keep
my mind on work.
Everything seems no significance.

I see you here,
there
and everywhere...

I listen to you here,
there
and everywhere...

Lethal love
that makes me look forward to you!
I expect you every minute! It’s no sense”

So, I say to my broken heart:
“Speak in a low voice, please… It’s get better.”

My mind cries.
Loneliness. Shadows. Tears. Dreams.
(The ups and downs of life).

Sandra Medina Costa