In the Meantime, We’ll Always Have Florence

Author’s note: For the first time, I let myself sing.

The voice in the audio belongs to me.

I’ve been meaning to do it for so long. And maybe that’s what this piece was always about anyway.
Trying to arrive somewhere inside myself.

In the meantime, we’ll always have Florence.
Will we?

With you, I’m not afraid of whether you’ll leave.
I’m afraid of you never arriving to me.

Because I could not arrive at myself.

Distance is no issue with me, only physically.
I want to gently give you my ear, not my body.

Because I could not hear myself.

The beauty you see in me
does not always survive
the mirrors that I meet.

Yesterday, at dawn, there was someone
who said goodbye to herself.
I saw her.
She did not see me.
Her gaze drifted with curiosity,
but there was no one
waiting for her
when the sun rose.

But with you, I pictured it.
Not clearly.
I couldn’t see it.
I could feel it,
you leaning on me,
pulling my hair slightly.

We looked at each other
almost like our eyes
knew the language of our hearts.

My heart always favoured blue

My eyes are brown.

What began with tears
ended with laughter.

In the meantime, we’ll always have Florence.
Will we?

It is okay
if we don’t.

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