Obituary

Drop by sanguine drop as passion

Leaked out of the heart

When the text did not ring through

the phone, the hollowing heart echoed

The tolling silence of the call never made

With the resounding absence of meetings

that never took place

and the heart, in memoriam, spoke out -

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Escribir, por ejemplo: "la brisa es un céfiro

Y el viento quiso, lo mucho que queriá que estuvieras aqui…

Pero el viento es destrozado porque no estás conmigo."

For as you juggled work, home and seraglio

the heart grew cold on the reserve bench

As crevice and chink let through

Every last drop of desire that dissolved

into the nothingness from which it came.

For love is not an easy thing
there's only so much baggage that you can bring
But for you, there's nothing you can leave behind
so love is now impossible to find...

And the stilled heart sits vacuous

Not shattered, not destroyed, not even

Broken -

Just emptily writing,

"y estos son las últimas lineas que escribo para ti."