I’ve held this love for you
like a wounded bird

Last night I was with him
must have been a dream, I guess
We had a little conversation
about the books we’d read.
Seven years, I said softly.

how strange it was
when the lights ahead
were fading
and we treasured pure words
to get lost in the silence

Soñé con el mar,
ese espacio entre lo que está
y lo que se va
Soñé con un lugar
en penumbras

Do not think black today
Think deep brilliant amber
Do not think of what
was left behind. Instead,
see the beauty there is

for many days
you followed
me
as I walked
back home

ya no espero nada
pero a veces los días
me sorprenden
y te vuelvo a recordar
tu voz

como el pájaro canta
sin proponérselo
porque sí

yo
que
todo me atraviesa
todo me lastima
a veces quisiera ser