The gentleness of the fabric that he rips and sows
The softness of those eyes that lead you astray.
A self-made reaper with a doll-face
Don't trust that sharp tongue that weaves like a needle full of pointed words.
He rips your heart out with no regard
Stitches it to a patchwork of stolen breaths
An ocean of forgotten faces pinned to his life.
He extends himself endlessly like time
Gives you a kind smile that indicates you have reached the end of the line.
Breathily he says: "Goodbye"

#Palacio