When did I know I had lost you? 
When did I finally know what it was to lose?
When did I start writing poems for another woman? When did I look for you ... When the echoes of your name became a colorless memory 
When your eyes, once a beacon, no longer knew how to see me 
When I called you and the wind gave me no answers
 When time made us a broken portrait When your steps disappeared without a trace on the ground
 When I waited for you without knowing that you were no longer coming 
When I discovered that waiting is a way to die 
When I was a shadow of what we were When my laughter learned to be vain When loving you became a late mirage And everything in me fell silent in the darkness