winter
installed in my side that evening
not remember what thread we were united, why was
shared
hands, feet, bed linens,
the streets, blood, that window ,
Sunday, the seasons, mates,
routes, defects, viruses.
forgot the details of your kiss, I reread our epitaph
nauseum
vainly seeking an errata.
I know in my heart and bit
your name to end
the issue of hope, I bit
your name and I bit my tongue,
condemning a sour taste
absurd, repeated.
kept your picture in a drawer and only then
cried the last tear that love
he became confused in my cup of tea.
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