It has taken a few weeks
to perfect your recipe
A few more to taste it. The sadness on you
has become your scent,
lingering on your sheets,
just like you. And its the same everyday, routine, until you’ve become a stereotype. You spend the whole day
watching phone calls
rise and fall like empires
or forgotten cities. Like this, you want to be left alone
To wonder why you’re alone. And so you seem to think
about everything, yet nothing at all. And you like how it feels
how the darkness is flirtatious. So you go another night,
just another night. Manuel