How come your silky words don’t describe me any more?
Such pain, such sorrow
An incomplete life is what we have
Oh Alfonsina, where are you now?
What passionate feelings are keeping you from me?
So much anger, so much rage
An abyss of pain and loneliness are we now
Oh Julia, when did you disappear?
How come you wonder the streets with out me?
What a passion, what a love
A heart that grows so big that can barely live anymore
And then, why am I still here?
Where are my poets now?
When will I see my thoughts on your words?
My muse,
My inspiration,
They can not reach you any longer.
As I lay dying drunk and demented
I cry for your short journeys
And live toward your tragic endings…
© YRM -- March 13, 2009 --
