i still carry in my bag the little soap from the hotel room
& sometimes i feel ridiculous about it, to tell you the truth
about carrying the soap, not the hotel room.

i still write you letters and have conversations with you in my head
like the fact i’m about to read the book you gave me
and how it smells like you.

i still wear your necklace around my neck and wear a black hair tie
just like the one i gave you
i wear two rings, too.

i don’t talk about you to other people anymore
my friend said ‘give it time’ & i answered
‘i am just tired of giving’.

Hoje Trago em meu corpo as marcas do meu tempo