Hugs that you feel every time you are cold.

I collect experiences fueled with laughs that are forever frozen,
in pictures storage on devices that might not exist when
you are gray and old,
and want to remember what it is like to be
young and deeply in love.

I collect lovers under the full moon,
that keeps the secret of our midnight confessions,
under the blankets,
between kisses and silent screams
of love and desire.

I collect death flowers that once belonged
to a promise bouquet that you gave me after a heated fight.

I collect voice notes,
that have become in the new love letters
they can say more,
I can feel the desire in their voices, how much
they’re longing, how much they miss me.

I collect romance books,
that take me to fictional worlds;
where all the men are only one;
the one I love.
Books where he is everything and more.

I collect sunsets in my heart,
and I keep them in storage for those
cold nights.

I collect lovers under the sun…