IF , You know already what I think about it

If one day I came knocking on my door…

If one day you came knocking on my door,

I wouldn’t ask why you’re coming back,

I would let you into the silence,

Where only the looks speak.

I would welcome you with my heart in turmoil,

With hands trembling with memories,

And a breath suspended between fear and desire,

Between nostalgia and hunger for you.

Maybe we wouldn’t say anything,

Maybe the words would be too much,

A touch, a beat would be enough,

To recognise us once again.

And if the weather had changed us,

If we were new and yet the same,

Then you would stay, without leaving anymore,

Or you’d still be wind

What touches and what’s going on?