I think of you always

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I think of you always,
in your absence
I began to walk in darkness,
barefoot, unwillingly,
I got used to stumble
with my trunk overflowing
of memories,
of those old ones
that smell like autumns,
of those that smell of dampness
that crack the wounds,
of those that sit you down
and force you to stay.
You stayed
in my memories,
in my verses,
in my silences.
You are that which hurts,
that you forget
and suddenly you remember
that you are still alive.