Melancolemia

The reason for this letter is to ask you not to come back
that the cake has been undone, the candles have gone out
the stoves don't heat up anymore, nor do the curtains run
not even the mice walk around the kitchen.
And sometimes a cage gives us freedom
probably the cage that speaks
is a bar, to forget.
Today is the day of melancholy
to drown your kisses in pints of beer
you always said you wanted to see places
today I agree, I'll start with the bars.
And even though my heart is still closed due to construction
and even though lately I always see the glass half empty
I write you this last letter my love.
The reason for this letter is to ask you to understand me
my socks have left to search for your stockings
water is no longer running, the light bulbs don't flicker
the drawers don't close because they miss your panties.
And sometimes a cage gives us freedom
probably the cage that speaks
is a bar, to forget.
Today is the day of melancholy
to drown your kisses in pints of beer
you always said you wanted to see places
today I agree, I'll start with the bars.
And even though my heart is still closed due to construction
and even though lately I always see the glass half empty
I write you this last letter my love.
You really loved me, no, you can't say that
if just by looking at me, yes, your nose grows.
Today is the day of melancholy
to drown your kisses in pints of beer
you always said you wanted to see places
today I agree, I'll start with the bars.
And even though my heart is still closed due to construction
and even though lately I always see the glass half empty
I write you this last letter my love.