This morning, I listened to smooth jazz
in your honor, urging the saxophone...

Como tus labios, pruebo la diferencia
entre una orquesta del mar y una tierra...

One year ago, I heard pancreatic
cancer start to settle in your body...

Some things fly at me with a lonely force,
and I don't know how to react other than...

Rain waves spray
will...

I wilter as a hidden flower,
crushed among your notebooks...

I
want to marry...

They came one day unannounced
and without a face or name...

I would rather the truth prompt a war,
then helplessly witness...

You will say I upturned soil so I would have...
over ruins, not only the last action but giving up...

Does he know I lay on piles of thorns
from roses I've held too close...

What does you leaving feel like?
It feels like telling you I'm afraid of the dark...