more remorse than regret

Before and after, I don't count them.

My past, my feelings, my actions, the present moment, the future that haunts me don't matter.

My life before, nor the one after does not count, since you are not there.

Come back, all those new words I have to say to you.

All those words that are afraid to come out, to be silent in the depths of my heart, to expose too much to torture.

It hurts, all these evils that I have to keep quiet.

Comes back, I don't like the easy, I dream of having the moon, I dream of love, I want the impossible.

Love is two bodies, one soul, one heart.