Friday, March 23, 2018

So Easy To Turn

Why was it so easy to turn your back? To walk away like the past would disappear, if you wished it hard enough? You never considered me still standing there. My life turning to dust in my hands. The polvo del campo, you so easily kicked off your shoes. You forget, amorcito, the red dust of my father's finca is in me.

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