I wake up and notice your absence in bed.
I grope for you on the floor and find you in the darkened kitchen.
You cannot fall asleep and you worry about stirring the spoon in the coffee.
I ask you about what has stolen your sleep and keeps you awake at that time of the morning and you answer me with a trembling voice and eyes full of tears: we are at first and we do not make the end of the month.
I hug you, I give you a kiss on that little head of yours, so full of worries, and I tell you: no love, you are wrong.
It's the bills, the expenses, the salaries … the ones that don't make ends meet.
You look at me strangely, as if you don't understand where I want to go.
I continue telling you with all the feeling: we have an inexhaustible amount of kisses, caresses that make you forget days gone by, millions of memories yet to be created.
Laughter for a hundred lives and talks for many more.
The family that loves you and the friends that are family.
Here we go overflowing with tequieros and missing me.
Joys to share and intimacies to spend.
Together they raise our assets.
The balance is always positive and, even in these times of crisis, our love is a rising value.
Our thing, my life, does make ends meet.
Karmen briz
