Y tu con él

I write to you
Once again
I don't know
If I sent the letter
Or if I should tear it up

Darling
I'm starting to miss you
And you
If you're not with me
Who are you with

It's my punishment
For imagining so much
That you're with him

Very calm locked in the room
Eating cake
You'll turn my picture around
And you won't want to see me

And you with him
Like fruit served on a plate
Apple with honey
Let them enjoy their moments
The taste of your skin

My dear
I can't explain
You leave me
At twelve, at four
At five, at six

Another day
Without filling this paper
And you with him...