My girlfriend left me again

I've spent my time building

a construction of great finesse,

but illusory and translucent

not even weak just untouchable

Imagine real stones

climbing a tower,

that you build

and it means to be alive

An undiscovered mind

asleep right now,

breath warming her pillow

and her laughter in the morning over breakfast

I will find her

in a small room,

a clock lies on the table

and our life begins.