If you come back
Bring my sighs with
Those that I exhaled
When you were here
That I am out of breath
And the scent that you
Left behind in my lungs
Is running low now
If you ever come back
An “us” bring with you
Never return, otherwise
That patiently I will be
Waiting until the day
In that I will be able
Able to pronounce “I”
Without thinking of you
©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya
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