Rose
petal now wilted
between empty pages of a love diary
my anxiety ebbs under another night of
love
that dragged me towards the heat of
passion
caresses that erode with time
kisses in the wind now destroyed
faded senses of that which was
are erased with time and age
words of love under the storm
of ardent bodies, fire of passion
concrete secrets between cold pages
still scented with the tree now dried
that once perfumed the paper
the bed hides so many empty promises
and tears in the thread of the pillow's
dampness
sparked-filled words left their tracks
when sunrise sipped through my window
names abused and used
shamefully fly out my window
wrapped in the pure air of the morning
and are lost in the forest
of yesterday
I hear the silence, it is near
covering my body, freezing my soul
and the night air awaits me
like a true friend
there are no more forever
only words flung to the wind
which are trapped in the net of lies
that engulf our feelings
from my window …
the willow tree seems to heave a sigh
between sobs
I am sorry, I forgot your name
By Irma Luz Medina
AZÚCARCANELA