Impossible Love

It is not you

the man who sleeps beside me

who prepares my coffee

who holds my hand when I cross the street.

It is not you

the one who waits patiently when I am lost,

who laughs at my jokes when I have been hurt.

It is not you

the man who doesn’t criticize my weakness or my sadness.



But it is you

the one I dream about

the one whose birthday I celebrate.

The one I pray in silence. 

The one I write about.

It is you my impossible love

that I regret in secret.

My fantasy .


Impossible love, give me your kisses

Impossible pleasure, give me your hands

In the endless night of all our nights

It is you.

© 2015