How long has it been?
"Six years?" I asked
"Six years" You said.
I asked about London
And what had brought you here
To Barcelona, the place you left
Six years ago, hoping for a new start
"I heard you had gotten married
To a fine Englishman
That you had finally fulfilled your dream
Of publishing a book to your name
And that husband of yours
I'm sure he tagged along
And of course I must congratulate you
You've worked hard and for so long
I would know"
That's when your smile vanished
The glow in your eyes faded away
And in came the unspoken wave
Of the ill-being I know too well
I looked into your eyes
For the first time in a long time
Those eyes,
In which I've counted all the colors
Then suddenly, a tear slipped out
With so much beauty but so much sorrow
Down your cheek, to the corner of your lips
Fluttered, like the cold mist of a drow
But your eyes, so close and so truthful,
Looked at me with the sweetest sadness
I forgot all words, I forgot how to speak
My thoughts scattered but stayed soundless
Why is talking about your new life
Seem to ignite so much sorrow?
Has your heart ever been wronged?
Tell me darling, I deserve to know.