I can't still believe it,
    You are arriving to my side
    And the night is a handful
    Of stars and happiness.

    I feel, taste, listen and see
    Your face, your long step,
    Your hands and, however,
    I can't still believe it.

    Your return has so much
    In common with you and me,
    That, because I guess it I say it,
    And because of the doubts I sing it.

    No one ever could replace you
    And the most trivial things
    Become fundamental,
    Because you are arriving home,
    However I still
    Doubt of this good luck,
    Because the pleasure of having you
    Seems to me like a fantasy.

    But you come and it is sure
    And you come with your gaze,
    And for that reason your arrival
    Makes the future magic.

    And although I have not always understood
    My blames and my breakdowns,
    On the other hand I know that in your arms
    The world has sense.

    And if I kiss the audacity
    And the mystery of your lips
    There won't be doubts nor misunderstandings,
    I will love you much more.

Mario Benedetti

January is new
A fresh start.
A time when you ponder life.
Where were you a year ago?
Where will you be a year from now?
You can only hope not here.
Not feeling like this.
This year has been hell.
You know I don't think I can go one more.
I guess we will see.
January is a fresh start to a mess.
Good luck.

I should probably box away your things
And burn the photos and my ring
But I'm having trouble determining

If this is really real.

I should probably delete your number too
So I don't find myself calling you
I've found I'm not sure what to do

Is this really real?

After your words are said and it's done
And your feelings have set along with the Sun
I'll step back from the battle you've clearly won

Wow, I guess it's real.

Please don't come back at your dismay
You don't get to choose when I leave and stay
This is your doing this was your way

One day YOU'LL wish it wasn't real.