An Idea

An idea of you

Abstract

Sometimes, incomplete

I search for you, but I the end

I press “delete”

You’re a complicated riddle

Full of metaphors

And analogies

I wish for you and I

To become an anthology

I question myself too much

I ask for your whereabouts

I’m always filled with my doubts

But you’re what I need so much

When I can finally see you

All my questions

And prayers are answered

Fulfilled and complete

Now I can press “enter”

Instead of “delete”

Because when I’m next to you

I can be anything

I want to be your dream

Erasing the darkness

Would you share this idea with me?

Thank you for reading,

Ernesto