Writing new lines from old sorrows by Vinci Bueza

Ibelieve that old wounds never heal completely.

they may be covered by new skins but they fester inside that body

which seems incapable of forgetting sorrows, and they leave scars in that part of the soul between consciousness and recollectionsthere -you are most vivid.

I see you in thatcolorless haze,right off Boticelli's.

I can see clearly the light of the moonmirrored by youreyeson multi-colored ice;hazelnut and mocha,espresso with a bit of cocoa,

a little tinge of cappucinowith a dash of macchiato.yellow curryspicy turmeric.

ah, your eyes are as addictiveas caffeineas dangerous as inviting as cigar.

sometimes,you are there,betweenasleep and awake;

i can smell you faintlyunderneath my pillows -or is it dried tears?

old sorrows never heal completely.

they are betweenhere and there,being and non-being.

they are ghoststhat haunt the silent, emptyspaces of our hearts.