I spoke to you quietly. A poem

A small text of love and home. A few sweet, romantic, and melancholy words that I hope can convey something

I spoke to you quietly this morning so as not to disturb you while you were on the sofa you had headphones like earrings on your ears surrounded by books and a child’s games

I whispered softly but said strong words without distracting your life from more important commitments focused on words and thoughts, perhaps worried you listened absorbed in the earrings and you did not hear me

To kiss you I will wait for you to go out almost going away forever. I will stand in front of our door to be able to touch your lips with the doubt of farewell and return