Solitude And
His Face
Like the pain.
Feel it underneath your eye.
I went looking.
I found.
I cried.
I couldn’t stop.
It was too painful not to look.
Like an accident on the road,
I was the driver that,
Willingly,
Slows down the speed
To see a dead,
Or almost dead,
Body.
His pictures were to be seen.
My blood was to be spilled, so.
The solitude that my body goes
through
Is unimaginable
Since I cannot unseen
What I just saw.
Shadows cover his face briefly
And I am,
As for to speak,
Covered in my own solitude.
Thought about reaching the phone,
Calling you instead of crying wolf
on the floor.
My hand couldn’t bear the weight of
a call.
At one point my eyes dried,
Suffering with the sight of you two
together,
You were with him
When you swore at the moon
And all the stars in my celling
That you would love me
And myself only
For a good and long eternity.
Now eternal is my pain.
And there is nothing you can do
To erase the past
That is carved in my eyes.
Those green beacons that you once
swore
To be light in your dark way,
Beacons that I hope to guide me
Out of my solitude.
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