That day, a part of me died
Killing him inside me buried my old version
His face still wanders through memories
But now he's just a ghost in my stories

In memory of Pablo who is gone
Death is not an act, it's a slow process
You're dead to me, I can't reach you anymore
An absence that infiltrates the heart without consent

You haven't understood that time never comes back
The things that bind us together become loose ashes
Words we exchanged are now just traces
And I ask myself: What are we if not memories?

Does death choose us, or do we give up?
What is death if not the distance between two souls?
You walk, but your footsteps make no sound
And I cried for someone who will never be reborn

In memory of Pablo who is gone
Death is not an act, it's a slow process
You're dead to me, I can't reach you anymore
An absence that infiltrates the heart without consent