I know you do not want to see me anymore.
The phone that doesn't ring
tells me that,
the doorbell, always silent,
our empty bench in the park,
the pub with our friends
who are asking about you
and I don't know what to say,
the beach where we walked in the moonlight
and where even your last foot-print
is now only sand.
I know you don't want to see me anymore
but at least tell me:
is there still room for me
in your dreams?

February 26, 2020