— Unjealous —

The lover is sorry………..

It took him hundreds

Of cold moonless nights

To learn how to share his beloved

With the wind and the sidewalks

With a jasmine she picked on the way home

And a child she kissed

With the sand in her shoes

And a moment she missed

With the last verse of a song

She doesn’t know the libretto

So she mumbled

With the memory of a lamented father

She couldn’t find in him

He who loves her the most

Deemed dividing a loss

And judged splitting a sin 

He no long worships 

The moon nor the sun

The lover tired

The lover is dying

She said

Thank you for the purely fearful glances

I might have danced with the globe

But those were all Dosados

It’s the last step, the final move

The eternal fall that matters

And it’s yours forever

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