Amor, no hay titulo y estas bien.
Our relationship didn't need a title to explain what we were since it only mattered to us both.
I seek your presence in a crowd and accept the numb stillness that fills this empty void in my chest.
I must accept our lost escapes and false searches for one another.
Was I nothing to you when you felt like everything to me?
I can't help but fight this feeling of searching for you, searching for a lost cause, another goodbye, one more chance.
I leave you be and hope you seek me, like how my eager soul does for you.
Tell me where we stand, because I can't take another day without your voice, another second without your long lashes, another night without your body besides mine.
I raise the volume to match the beating of my aching chest.
One day with you, became a summer season; filled with seedless sunflowers.
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