Abel Bolaños Poems

To the man she loves,
The man she says I'll never be.
The man who's focus is abolished
The moment she strolls in.
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In thinking one late, starry night,
Drowning in thought when most are buried in dreams,
A knife ran through my chest, an urge to hear your voice.
And so I called you and I said,
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When you left me
I cried.
When you returned reluctantly
I died.
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Make no mistake, that though he loved them all
And always took his good fortune in stride
(Fortune coming thick or thin, short or tall) ,
One shone a bright eye through high or low tide.
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While you were away
I wrote you a poem,
To persuade you to come back to stay.
You came back, within my reach,
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He only writes when he's in Love,
And the cigarette burns too close,
Only when the broken nose has bled dry
And the swollen eyes are opened
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'Smile, '
She said to me
As smoke swirled elegantly
Encircling her visage.
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The Swans came out today.
My bread pulled them near.
They're not so majestic up close.
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Summer was never so warm
As the snowy night we laid
By the heart of the fire
Downstairs.
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A call I received
Said you were out drinking.
And making yourself open
To a book, closed before.
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