When I shut my eye, With a hope of falling asleep When a memory full of people run over my brain As though a poem you learned first, And happily recited to whoever asked you too.
To all the happy ones I remember they arrive as my eyes shut off. They make my smile , And sob for not living with those memories anymore.
When they make their way up to sadness With half a glass of wine , And Pablo Neruda's 21 poems of love I start to read
You come through memories of wall, And knock on the doors of past Each time my tongue read something that meant love.
You never stayed at the door, Neither do I open it now.
I gulp you down With the letters that reminds me of you Melancholy of the thoughts You desired to stay above them. Below the throat above the chest, A pain each night i wish to resist With every tear that comes crawling to you
Cutting of the wrist, Was meant for you to go. For all the blood that dripped, You gave a new pain to bear .