Inevitable

Putting the brakes on fully even knowing that the blow will be inevitable. So is this book. A reunion with the love that was not, with the childhood that passed, with the sadness that we never wanted to happen to us, a meeting again in the same desk as before, at the door of the girl you liked, at the mouth of meter of the first kiss or in front of your mouth. To dry. Assumable and direct, like a right hook to the jaw, like a we have to speak, like necessary words that hurt as much as they heal. A poetry full of cold mornings and laps.