The width of your hips, the brevity of your waist,
the length of your hair, the black of your eyes,
the tone of your voice, the smell of your neck,
the warmth of your hands, cold in your heart.
evenings at home watching TV,
nights out, empty bottles,
evening together, the talk nonsense.
I recognize in the faces and gestures
and silhouettes and poses.
all others.
I forget but I can not even stop thinking about your name.
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