We say beautiful things,
incorruptible and perfect,
we relate them to the verbs
miss and wish
without thinking once or twice,
we do not stop to ponder
that maybe it was correct
in not loving what adored him
as if he was the sun and stars,
that was kind in not kissing the lips that begged him
because he was not the love that would open the doors
of my words and my desires,
he would not be the one who would destroy me and create me.
Maybe he was just a rung on a ladder to the right one
and that's why it's okay, let him forget my name
my scent
and my love for him
because if it was nothing to him,
I do not want my love to be everything when it’s too late.
T.A.
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