I forgot the day before yesterday that you’re not here anymore
And I knocked on your door when San Juan arrived
The lighthouse spins, illuminates once more
And your shadow reaches me with its breadcrumbs
You left nothing but a scrap of yourself
And a silent goodbye on the shore
A brutal peace and your faithful laughter
It’s my burning nail, it’s my cord
I inherited your saints, your color
A widower of your moons, orphaned of the sun
We are swimmers in the waves
With their stranded dance hobbling in the air
You left nothing but a scrap of yourself
And a silent goodbye on the shore
A brutal peace and your faithful laughter
I hear it calling me back
It’s my burning nail, it’s my cord
It only takes a scrap of you
And this goodbye that hurts in my mouth
And in the brutal peace, I’ll reach you
With my open wound and your faithful laughter
It’s my burning nail, it’s my cord
It’s my loose end, my bell
I follow its call to return