that strange impulse

sometimes in the morning or
in the afternoon
on those long days
when I don't see you
unintentionally, I say your name
 
it rises
from very deep inside my being
like a volcano’s eruption
with boiling lava
as if your name
impatiently
needed to be mentioned or
as if tired of being
deep inside
it had the most fervent desire
to see the sunlight
 
that impulse
happens so often
that it has become a habit
I cannot avoid
like my heart’s beating or
my lungs’ breathing
for my need
to keep on living
 
and
I drink a coffee
in a time’s oscillation
outside the clock
sip by sip I think of you and
cross the distance
to where you are and
I see you, kiss you and talk to you
with my thoughts
 
sometimes I feel
that we coincide
because that strange impulse
takes us both dancing
from one place to another
even though
regardless of how the story goes
I always finish my coffee
with a smile
that I can't avoid