Still Here

I  am still here.

At nights I dream our dreams

and I have wrote our memories

by empty lines,  incomplete letters.

The wasted time

in our painful pleasures 

still here

digging in our pride.

The decisions and the paths,

our uncommon natures

still here in the endlees final phrase.

We are out of ink,

We are out of time,

We are out of love,

but we are still here.