Love - Letter Poem by Emilio Sosa Lopez

Like the forest silences I write at midnight
Repeating aloud the written, the uncertain
That which is forbidden to understand or feel,
Words which compel me to the utmost decisions,
To congratulations, sorrows and mistakes,
To stubborn moments that gather in their depths
A queer sense of waiting and of sudden dead.
I write at midnight like a sea evaporating,
Leaving a white tract of salt and bitterness,
Feeling already foreign to the passion that seduces me,
To the day that pierces me with its hug cries,
Or by mistake, like a cloud outpouring
The time’s annoyance, bending towards shadows
Or a slow “Goodbye” that falls like a dry leaf.