If you don´t remember me

I am.
I was.
You are.

If you don´t remember me,
you don´t need to.

Blurred images
on little pieces of paper.

Movements seen
by the corner of my eye.

Past, nude, wandering about
the well known corners of the house.

Absence is only another way
to replace things.
Emptiness can devour you
or lick you slowly  for nights.
Licking intimate places
turning shadows into flesh.
Succubus hungry of oblivion.

Emptiness is comfortable darkness
behind your eyes.
The rugged cliff
where I got lost.

You were.
I am.