When I was 9
I blew out my birthday candles
Wishing
I would end up with you
***
Maybe early
But this ritual
Followed me for 20 years
Nonstop
***
When I was 29
I had to select
A different wish
Now more cynical
***
I feel your absence
Like a deep cold
A spot on my lungs
I am not recovering
***
I love you, o girl
Why didn't you ever understand it?
I love you together with
My black soul
About the Creator
Livia Caci
autistic lesbian
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