My orphaned poetry,

protagonist of my sunset,

lyrics roam in disappointment

and disenchantment

 

The rigor of silence,

feeling that it is impossible

to live without your love

 

This urge to love you

condemns me to the passion

of becoming a woman on your skin

 

How many days of nostalgia ran through my body?

 

How much longing for the kiss that you left fixed in my heart?

 

Maybe you did not realize what was at stake

in the mortal pit of my memory,

in our room the fatigue overwhelmed us ,

your abandonment and sadness piled upon each heartbeat

 

How to forget?

 

Not much effort is required to understand

a strange feeling that warned me...,

insincere words,

magic and illusion disrupted

between sarcasm and memories exhibiting wounds

 

Traveling through centuries of silence,

without double discourse, I believe to be beaten by weariness;

destroyed promises hang on the wall,

and when at last I believed, I lost...

 

My pen confesses this morning...

the loved we professed

vanished from my hands

 

©Noris Roberts