Why
it's no longer the sun's rays
that wake me up
in the morning
but the thought of your hands
that gently caress me?
Why
I can no longer count
the hours of the day
but only the moments
I spend with you?
Why
I can no longer hear
the sound of the storm
or the city's water fountains
but only your voice
that chases me everywhere?
Why when I walk
I no longer see the lights of the street-lamps
but only the one of your smile
that accompanies me?
Why
before falling asleep
I no longer seek
the kiss of the moon
but only the one of your lips?

Can this be love?

January 1st, 2020