Have

I look forward to your smile
even though I have your word.


That swelled word of the world
that reinvents irony.


I have that absent duplicity,
that broken hope,
your poetic souls of the eternal,
the illusion of your gaze.


I have an invention of yours that
I have created inside my skins,
with which I speak silently when nostalgia begins.


I have your abandonment
and your essence, transcended from this body
that struggles with the unspeakable.


I have a past in common,
with no one-morning project.

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