Lídia Pastor

 

Accomplices

Sometimes discredited

 Cold, absent.

 Tired.

 I woke up with your voice

 I love you, you said.

 I chose your shadow

 to break new ground,

 Life outside.

 I grew old with you.

 In the time of wrinkles and dreams.

 You were a compass, a haven

 And I never trembled 

in fear in the night 

 empty. Your open smile

  The uncertainty in the gaze...

 Offering your arm,

 like a staff, so that i can 

 walk.

 You cover my fingers from 

 caresses on autumn nights,

 When you hear me sigh with 

 tiredness.

 Every day I ask, 

by your side just one day more.