I let you kissed me for the last time,
because I felt a satisfaction about warmth in your arms,
as warm as in my mother’s womb.
Last kisses. Last hugs. However, I gave a welcome for love.

I remember in every 26 each month
It was the first day I met you:
your green shorts, my black skirt,
1 ½ shots of tequila we shared of,
and my fuss about the long way we had to through to your room.

I let you kissed me for the last time,
then we went back to each other home.
Last kisses. Last hugs. Why we didn’t say good bye as normal people do?

I remember in our same small town, last month
it was the first day I want to say a good bye for love:
I was walking alone without you,
held my plan towards you
but you just sat on your corner
never spoil me with a cue
neither a warmth, a welcome, to let me enter your home,
your heart.