My chest has burst with grief.
I feel as if all the lapilli and lahar
Have passed through
The skin of my heart.
There was a turning point in my life
When your river of lava
Meandered down my slopes.
The whole lament
Hung around my neck,
Like a knot around my throat,
A millstone that weighed down
My steps.
My universes curved.
An era of sadness began.
My mirrors stopped reflecting,
Once and for all,
That chorus of archangels,
The sound of trumpets,
The fluttering of white doves.
Like Lot's wife
Who looks back,
I got lost searching between your eyes
And your smiles for love.
Now that I review my life,
My heart sinks
In my chest.
Without you,
I'm on a downward flow
Toward pain.
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