Disheveled I did find you
on the corner of our street
staring at the floor
playing with the dirt on your feet.
Days must have gone by,
for your skin revealed a journey,
since I left you, with the others,
on the other side of that corner.
And I wanted you to be there
in the corner where I have left you
where I could have seen your smile
and your mind could have been stoic.
The corner I did offer
is not far from where I found you
but so so far
from where I can truly have you.
And I see you there
your body has been abandoned,
your eyes do show me a gosht
and inside they hide my Brandon.
Brandon is your real name;
but Brandon, I can not have you…
for the dirt surrounding you
has become your skin and your armor.
Perhaps you are not even Brandon,
neither the son, the cousin, the uncle…
perhaps you are all at once
the one that succumbed to the tenuous havoc.
You, there, in the corner of shadows
perhaps my Brandon
perhaps you or your own Brandon…
I still see you
although I can not have you,
and I want you to see me
even though there is a cast of phantom.
In that corner I am going to leave you
for now, although I need you…
I do understand your reasons
yet I do not comprehend the oblivion.
So I will walk to the other corner
the one that it is not yet betrothed,
and with vigilance I will wait
for the right moment
whenever you might decide
that it might be all worth it.
By Carolina Gonzalez (Carolina Portilla Garcés) #carolinaswords
April 5th, 2019 – Florida – USA.
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