One of his dreams

It is just enough.

 When you get up and see the horizon in front of you, 

Someone will give you the signal, 

someone who has been waiting for you for a long time, 

brown suit with stripes and dark Oxford shoes, 

the golden chain around his neck, 

a mustache, wearing your perfume

And following you with his eyes 

Smiling not at you but at his plan

The signal is a punch to the stomach

And it’s only one word

“Jump”

lips that flicker, uncertain gait, inconsistency,

 It seems to be snowing outside, even though there is a dazzling sun hitting your eyes 

Your eyes- can not stand the sun,

 because they came from afar

 and ended up here waiting ironically for the guy in the suit

 but now, you do not go back or forward

 You, you who is me

I stand with lips like a long, thin line 

Eyes glacial, vacant

You once gave me the elusive hope of staying alive

And since then, a lot has happened

and you- which is you-

 did not leave a single hair of your head locked in my hand