Remember that starry night kissing the bending sky? We made it all the way to Mexico. A thousand miles later we hit the border swinging on a breeze heading straight for the coast. It was there you taught me the impossibility of Brazilian R’s and later we read Neruda’s Caballero Solo just for practice.
We were leaving each other more and more and there was no way to hold you back. Your soul was bound to die and mine to watch. Years later I found you stretched out in your messed up sheets your eyes starring into a distant galaxy.