Slowly Poem by Alejandro Torres

I walk the Spanish roads
And watch the ghosts smile as they walk by
What was I
Before you
What will I be
Finding the road back to you slowly
Searching slowly
So we’re both sure there wont be any bad bumps
During our nights

I pass my reflection and I realize
Al I need is a compass pointing North
A few penny well wishes
And a Tarot Lovers card

If I passed a fortune teller
I’d sing her the song burning my heart
For a glimpse of destiny
Damn me for returning to you
Not as I was
For taking the long road back
Slowly

You know in the prison of your skin
You hold my truth
Like the roads I walk hold ghosts
I watch the Pirates walk with Ladies
The peace and the smiles
I know I’d only be able to find in you

I strip the memories naked
Til there’s a ghost that looks like you
Walking beside me
Nothing like the others
More perfect
In an imperfect human kind of way

I feel the sand shift beneath my feet
As I drink the sea
If I screamed
Do you think the wind would carry it along
To you slowly
If we have eternity
Why rush

As the moon settles over this Spanish town
I settle a cup of something stronger than me
Against my lips
There’s a dropp of cherry red
Tangling with your name
But as I settle with the crowd
I bite back tears quickly
Family
But they’d never know

I’m just a ghost
Finding my way back to you
Slowly