La Huella de Tu Mirada

On my nightstand, your necklace
like a crouching silver snake.
Within each link one can breathe
in the perfume, the trace of your gaze.

Your voice passed like a comet
through these four walls of mine.
A light remained, like a trail
that the room didn't know before.

On the necklace, a gleam of silver,
a snake of light that twists,
the trace of your skin, a ring of warmth,
that night you forgot on my bedside.

The new moon saw us hesitate
burning fears
in the ashes.
It saw us spin like planets
your sorrow, far away, next to mine.