a bird's song at my ear
reminding me you exist
reminding me you don't

sunlight enters
reminding me you were here
reminding me you never were

memory
is slow to repair
it moves
toward you
knowing
no one is there

it's cold again
the days pass
the hours go by
your words are gone
and the sun is warm
in the morning

la garganta me duele
las palabras no salen
no tienen a donde ir
no saben qué decir

his lies yearn
for the sacred love
of a woman's heart

her warmth
embodied
in his hate

rose

stained
edges worn

in a garden
of others

her tender
wound

unseen

beauty fades
against nothing

my body
a scar of flesh
fused to memory
gives way to its ghosts

light and lightness
seep through the lines
to the living

dying

I see my corpse
among the shadows
still warm

in this cold
even my tears
have slowed

hilos de luz
tan finos
tan frágiles
caen aquí

está mojado
lo oscuro
no es frío

donde respiro
los recuerdos de ti

la tormenta estalla
el río se desborda
y me recuerda respirar
los colores de la lluvia

amor
conocido
desconocido
caminaré contigo
dejando mis huellas
en las manos
de mareas
escucharé
al mar

while you drowned
in the sound of the rain
I soaked in the colors
walked through mud puddles
gleaming traffic lights
smiling

one Sunday

on a coffee-stained napkin
I shared a way of seeing the world
you shared a map of stories

we drew dreams of paper wings
traveling against the wind

there were sad bears, old cats
and other strange things

la ausencia
no existe

pero en los recuerdos
imaginarios
existe

el ascenso del silencio
diciéndome
sí

soltar

what happens
if the silence turns around
and the quiet in the walls
falls through the cracks
and I laugh again