Blindness

And it's not like I left you abandoned in a corner of San Telmo like yesterday's trash. It is that I read you from cover to end, with the marked pages and the worn-down letter. That there are rose petals among my memories of you and that I still treat them with love, it's the truth.

Don’t think for a second that my hands do not tremble when they mention your name. And that I do not look at the first star with a desire for you. If you are delusional enough to believe my saying of moving on but not seeing my lack of walking. Then you are blinder than I thought you were.

There are no reasons in the world why I would waste a third chance with you. There is a nervous tic in my leg that expects you to call me and tell me that you understand and you forgive yourself as I never could.

However, never believe me able to burn your memories in a midnight fire and let the ashes fly.

Be smarter than that and know that if I erased you I would sell my being for getting back you.

T.A.