I thought learning Spanish
would make me understand Neruda
I'm at my desk
notebook in front of me
and
Neruda just came to life
looking at the doodles, hearts, my name and yours, the scribbles
you made right around the vocab list
sitting there
opposite me
on the day we broke
up
and now, as I'm turning my notebook upside down
reading your love
i understand
i do not need Spanish
you're my
Veinte poemas de amor
y una canción
desesperada
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