QUEEN OF HEARTS

Now there's no flowers for you at the counter,
New York will stay there
like always
since you know it.
But there's an empty space on your memories,
an empty space on you heart
an ace of spades
queen of hearts.
Deep inside,
you know,
I know,
there's something missing.
A love letter over your bed
ever delivered
a missing bet
crawling down your skirt.
Now, after some year's
you still editing the pictures
were you are.
All the audio where's your voice
every signal.
But none signal, is also a signal
ant it points
to your  lack of love.
to: S.M.M.A.