I’ve got you…

I’ve got you
and a lot to do

I’ve got you
inside my suitcase

I’ve got you
on my way home

I’ve got you
in my empty thoughts

my skin prays for you
will you forgive me
if I tell you this?

I’ve got you
even when you’re not watching

in the long silences

I’ve got you
when you don’t even notice

I’ve go you
but it will never be a burden
just think of it as poetry
that I’m writing you tonight

you are now
where no one has ever been

A translation of Biagio Antonacci’s “Io ho te”. How beautiful simplicity is.