The lemon tree

I always thought I'd forgotten you,

Or maybe I was too quick to believe it, because,

as I walked,

I didn't smell the lemon blossoms, but,

my nostrils were burning with the scent

yourself.

When I saw the unfamiliar old woman shaking the lemon frantically,

grabbing the three or four lemons that were left,

I didn't speak, I just smiled.

Like when you left our house and

I soaked the pillow every night with tears

or the lemon tree that was blooming outside my

our window.

I still don't know why.