... en tus páginas fui noche, abismo y mañana...

martes 17 de marzo de 2009

Kissed the cheek to alliviate
the pain caused by the hand
extended with that tender gesture
without notice
perhaps, without intention

Forced a truth that would not be,
smiled upon me and i left
you hanged from the tree of regretfulness
across the endless couple of seconds
my back was in your view

a closing circle took years to draw itself
an endless story frozen in annonimacy
half a block away from a corner
just any corner

anywhere that place may be
you´d be standing there
in lie, in pain
without me