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