Homesickness

He gently desintegrated
listening to a tango
at 2:00 a.m.
His body is a particle
of sofness waiting to be
blown.
His heart is behind him.

He always learns
to be nobody repeating himself
to himself when that song
pinches him on the inner arm:
it is the same pain year after year.
He built an altar for it
beside his bed just
to exercise his tears,
whispering
don't cry for me Argentina,
let me cry for you,
let me cry for us.


Karla Bardanza
http://asmoonsewsthesatinstars.blogspot.com

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T A Ramesh
Mystery surrounding matter is taking the mind to a romantic dream ended in tragedy in the past! Yearly shedding of tears touches the heart!
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PrEmJi PrEmJi
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