Lovely memories are what you are now,
vacuum in space near me,
back to earth to feed the worms, thou
you fed my universe all the time.
Your white room that always welcomed me,
that was the place I called home
when I was an outsider,
that white room dressed in jasmine,
with the perfume that you got
because it was my favorite flower.
Sunny all year round,
inviting and velvet soft.
Your caring and love was always there
even if you didn't say it
it was in all the things you pushed me to do
for my own good,
all the challenges you guide me trough
all the time you challenge my destinations and desitions,
the times you thought that for a bad desition maker,
that one was a particularly good one.
Everything clean, neat, and slick ready to comfort me,
to be my home far from home.
To take me to new salsa places and dance don't caring about the "right" way,
because your smile was the right way.
Now, you are gone, forever,
you are down, but not out.
The jasmine perfume will always bring you back,
white will bring you back,
delicious coffee and well set up dinner tables will bring you back,
actually, the list is infinite, I just had ice cream and remembered our last one.
Your last advice will guide me, as the memory of those intense eyes
wishing the best for me, asking me
"So, what is your plan? You are a force of nature, not a leaf in the wind"
the voice in my head doesn't have your sound anymore,
you are a mental phantom.
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