A Sangre Fría

I have already forgotten the sound of your love
I drowned in the scar of your past and relived our history
To be able to burn the book once and for all
And understand, that our past is not present in uncertain
Lips
It is not present in cold hands
Or in desperate hearts

Reliving old wounds
With a warm longing for your presence
And reincarnating again the pain I once suffered
Because it seems that when you love
The pain of the wound is stronger than the cause itself

And in cold blood I loved you
I hated you
And I let you go

A clenched fist with a heart made dust
Latent in flesh and blood
That thousands of years ago, I saw you mine
With the same absent soul that at some point, was present

And in that moment, between the healing of the wound
And the burning pain of the remedy
I let us go
Letting myself fly
After

Because if I could predict the future
Maybe I would have hugged you a little longer
Dedicated you three other letters
And shared with you one last coffee

But now, I love myself too much
That your pain is enough closure in my life
And my absence
Is absolute explanation