In my naïveté, I thought of you only as a hindrance
Repression and remission —
And as the season’s whisk away, I am swayed by remembrance.

Of a time distant and gone when you were still present
Instead the echo of an inner drop scales the empty(ness);
Resonates to the core, are you even sentient?

Purgatory of the mind
A life – just half, cannot be
While the years are not unkind,
Your absence means I’m half of me.

With such rigor I drove you out
A buffer from the brain and to the heart.
The self, so frail, subsides to erosion –

A person if only half alive – when having drove away,
the “unwanted,” the emotion

© Luis Valencia


About luisydomonique

Poetry Year Long Project between Luis Valencia and the Brilliant, Beautiful, and Vivace Domonique Celeste Alcaraz.
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