I close my eyes and I see you.
You look the same.
Long arms and long fingers.
I ask you where you were and where have you been.
You seem surprised and troublesome.
Why do I always find you alone?
I miss your strong hugs and our men talking walks.
Am I still part of your happiness and sadness?
It is weird having to close my eyes to be able to see you.
Author: Daniel Diez
Materials: Color pencil; Graphite pencil; Charcoal