sometimes not knowing is too
sometimes not
I wrote poems that flooded the sky
hands
naked pain
I forgot
in any one month ago
anywhere you went
not only to make me feel good
and here
this absurd summer afternoon
I keep wondering
why not ...
sometimes do not know too
sometimes not
few days I imagine your steps on the sidewalk
some nights I sense a farewell
life
taught me
is an absurd wound
and I never learned to apologize
some evenings the scent fills the air around your neck
some mornings I feel better
and I always wonder
with the same anguish
what price you pay for being
curtain
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