Esperar de ti
lunes por la mañana
Nunca llegarás

I am petrified
my hate, decomposed corpse
of what once was love

Turmoil on your face
is it you or caused by the
mayhem in my mind

Cliche's enemy
magic, dreaming, pretty tomboy
Entropy's downfall

Do not stand still by such a lonely day
this single date, a passing, fleeting moment
so fixed in time, a leaf among the pages

Instead do celebrate your life as I
will do, remembering a fleeing sense
of scent, that face, full laugh, your being self  

I'll think about, reflect, on how for one
extended time, some happy days, we shared
the moving blur which is your life; my love

The intimacy
fled from us in search for love
not kisses nor ***

More and more you see the world
as though through milky glass
The surface eroded, distorted
and breaking the light which passes    

Increasingly refracting light,
it breaks into a haze
It bends, encircles and mirrors,
reflecting your self, your face