Wife Forever She...

Not a sound when you leave, but what like a thunder jam anoying the silent you create with your absence... 

Like the dropping water... 

Like the slow motion breaking of a branch... 

Like the burning wood: 

the sounds of the absence of you. 

The raining, the fire, the thunder: metaphoprical sounds of the acustic of my life when I used to enjoy the echoe of our intimate silent in between of the next clash of our skins for both to listen the whisper of God to our ears...

Deaf to the World, we just listening each other, those God´s sounds from the thunder burning tree of our trembling bodies, the raining of our sweatting skins... 

And then the silent: the eternal absense of your presence still making me feel all those things just with a memory swift...