Monday, January 23, 2012

No llames porque responderé

You look the loveliest when you're not here
and my hands reach out to touch you
the skin I remember but not the one I see.

Perhaps then, if I come back unabashed
and you retreat, we could, in shared solitude,
make this work: our split loneliness.

"Apologies make a difference, if and only, if both offender and offended agree on the offense."

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