One evening melancholy

One evening melancholy. In the guise of one black night. Recovering this past with the door of despair. Between regret and culpability. With the weight of this sin. To have forgotten you. Such a long time ago. That I could evacuate now. By throwing it to the wind. By burning it. By lying me. For better breathing. Washing my spirit of this thought. Who returns unceasingly. With the force of this promise. That I have you ridge to expect. Going until violating your dreamed to take them to you. Te leaving only on the terrace of our castle. Expecting the arrival of the night to bury your evils. Sinking in this trouble. Recovering of a black veil your melancholy. To be betrayed. By my promises, my absence, your weakness. To have hoped to change me. I fled. Incompetent to assume. Finding in the lapse of memory a new fatherland. Te leaving one goodbye in the last of my writings. Where I betrayed you once again. This evening, with the door of this night of melancholy. I returned. Looking at this sad landscape towards which you often waited. My return, a sign. Who never came. Only, I am it as you were it.