I’ve been kissed by the sun, but no longer glow,
because the ripples of what has not been,
move through my mind,
while I gaze at a canal in Amsterdam.
The beautiful reflections of my illusions are cruising,
often crashing into the stones of reality.
I envy these office buildings,
for the sun always comes back
to give attention to their every floor.
You are a ray of light
that chose me,
I am the window
you pierced through,
only to rise for another.
Now I am cold,
and I’ve trapped myself
in my cubicle of dependence,
Yes, I’ve been kissed by the sun,
and although I don’t glow anymore,
I’ve pulled the shades,
and won’t be waiting for you
when you set.