Your Absence

His absence torments me, or it is the wait for the kiss that was not given, the embrace that was mediated by the distance, or the nights that we owe each other and the caresses that we have in suspensive points, I do not know... Infinite are the hours and days, even knowing to than when done of night it is a moon that dies and a sun that is reborn, marking the early arrival of the expected encounter of two souls that burn in desire to give themselves, all that they have, all that they want, all that they wish