Labirinto

I wrote you all over my walls. My arms are full of your drawings, my brain is filled with your name. They had all the colors you could ever think of, and the spaces in white were surprisingly you, written in light colors so it could not be revealed. I reached my arm to write a little bit more of you in the lamps. It stroked. It stroked with you in it. The burning flames had your smell, the scent of your breath, the aroma of your hands. My eyes filled with water, trying to put down the fire, your name, the walls. Unnecessary. Your haunting is stronger than my tears, my wish to put you down, put the flames down. Why are you always everywhere?