And… Why? I don’t know
Where are you?
What do you look like?
Not one day goes by without me thinking of you,
without me asking about you.
Day after day I dream of you.
I imagine you physically and personally.
I invent your thoughts, your illusions,
your fears, your pains.
I see our possible encounter
and I guess your reactions.
But these illusions fade away
when these questions cross my mind:
Are you close or far away? Are you even in this world?
However, I am sure that wherever you are,
there’s no day that goes by without you thinking about me,
without you wondering about me,
Who am I?
Where am I?
What do I look like?
-FL- June 1998
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