At The Window Of Your Birthday Poem by Carlos Ramos

Life passes you by the window
an icy air
burn the time left
she goes away
you stay
cut in half
you die
in the absinthe days
with a mouth full of abysm
and sunken eyes
put in notebook
writing to the angel
the despair of emptiness
the hard bone in the throat
scissors on the tongue
dried blood
about the afternoon wound.

All disasters in the world
they seek your body.

Go away
do not regret
don't come back.