And when the sun doesn’t go to sleep at night
it’s just because it doesn’t want to miss the light
that emerge directly from your eyes and shine
every time I tell you that you are mine.
And when the stars are brightening in the day
it’s just because they want to hear me when I say
that there’s no summer in the northern hemisphere
when you keep migrating from here.
And Moon comes full just to make me remember
it was a tropical, canarian November
when I let you to leave permanently.
Since then my weather forecast always says “rainy”.
author: ©Sabina Braycheva
That’s what I wish someone special has thought of me when I left him.