To mom, and my best friend. May they rest in peace.
It was 4a.m
A dog barking And water falling from the neighbor water tank
And I was sitting outside home home home home home home home home home
There this trick, if you repeat something over and over again it will lose it meaning
The research, The research, The research, The research, The research
See nothing
Death Death Death Death Death Death Death Death
See nothing!!
I see walls, roof, floor, windows and doors all that form what's called a home
Something I no longer can feel I no longer feel connected to Ever since you left
And I know that you can't make home of people
But mom this umbrella I am holding works in revers
The rain is pouring from me into my life
As I sit at a sidewalk watching us going backwards, As life slips away from my hands And dust resting over your grave
Precious
It’s not about forgiving you,
You don’t get to choose to die from something that was made of you
It’s about Not forgiving myself
For all the "Hola's" "Buenas Noches" and "Hasta Luego" For all the missed phone calls, for all the "to be continued"
All the when we meet, and most of all for not being there
And my dear, you were my sweet morning cookies,
My to infinite and beyond kind of friends
My favorite song rhythm
My Haruki Murakami favorite quote
And my gravity
216, 156 and I am counting 20159442 201511228 Aha!
It’s ironic how your existence turned into numbers Shallow names And a fading memory
And in your after math, I'm chocking from life that running through me
In your after math, poems to me became what mornings are to old people, another curl morning, endless pills and ruthless doctors’ appointments just another trail back to life
And my blog craves my fingers to tumble, my diary craves ink to make you alive again, even on papers, and my heart refuses to stop beating and I can’t find my complete and profound silence
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