"¿pololeas?"

i kissed you tenderly as i left,
sunlight fluttered through the gloomy morning clouds
…no, it’s okay it’s okay it’s okay, i say

and i left you just like that.
but maybe just maybe perhaps somehow you had possibly...

te extraño
strange, you are a stranger now
but we were sometimes strangers even then.
​
in the land of poets,
but it was your poetry that sunk my heart
and i’m sorry i couldn’t have been so much better.

¿pololeas? she asked me

lately, i seem to always be at a loss for words
¿me entiendes?¿cachái?
but how could i even begin to find the words 
to separate you, so intimately entwined into all that i am,
all that i cannot yet wholly be

here
in this new place

you are the unpronounced s’,
a ghost, pauses, ellipses, vague words,
sentences left unfinished
the missing piece of my heart no one can know i once had