Con Tu Recuerdo

I eagerly await you,
smoking in silence.
Through the thousand paths
of my tense nerves
your name returns.

And while I wait for you,
I observe your image,
in the opaque cloud
of the scattered smoke
in the warm atmosphere.

But I find no solace in seeing how the smoke
curls your hair; clouds your eyes.
I feel so far from sweet caresses,
warm kisses, book dates,
flowers, verses.

I know I deceive myself;
I know I lie to myself;
because with each beat
of my blood I feel
your forgetfulness growing.

Your return is just
a chimera;
because in my soul
the memory does not live
of sweet caresses.

But I find no solace in seeing how the smoke
curls your hair; clouds your eyes.
I feel so far from sweet caresses,
warm kisses, book dates,
flowers, verses.