domingo, 23 de enero de 2011

Salt meets wound.

I am sorry I was wasted
on the places that you love.
   I should offer my condolences 
to moments come and gone.
But it dawned on me
that we can't let this bad habit
of reunion
bleed to death at our feet.

If five months were
to exonerate me from the tantrum.
From the reckless misplacement
of words
you always meant for me.
But it sprung to mind
it's only fair to want you back
nearing my bliss.

I am sorry time was wasted
on this heart that couldn't cope.
And I should probably
be breaking
this stance I barely hold.
But it just occurred to me:
I can't and I will not.

Paula Sanz.

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