I used to tell you every morning,
your body is not strong,
your cough is not good,
and the light that came in illuminated me
and you smiled saying no.
Time passed and my fear increased,
To that extent my love increased.
The fear of losing you mortified me,
living to see you was my obsession.
What luck, and what pain
that can feel like that,
I am strong and I will have value
to protect you.
A beautiful afternoon among ferns and flowers,
I spoke to you, sensing a dark ending:
If you get sick, I take care of you and fill you with love
and you answered: that is not love.
A quarter in twilight and in full repose,
a body that waits for life to leave,
there are no words, you can not hear a sob
and it is only death occupying the place.
I watch as he leaves,
I'm calling you the last time,
He could not hear me anymore,
He opened the door and left.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)