EACH

Road, road,
I look at you and I try to escape,
but your image haunts me,
my name in your mouth,
the reason that is lost,
and the springs that do not arrive.
I can not lift the flight,
your instability is the anchor,
that has me unconscious,
always at ground level,
and the few caresses,
that are lost in the air.
I did not know how to see,
that you never wanted to see me
that it was just a story,
that alone was erased,
in the emptiness of your heart,
Attentive just to beat.