Para Shirley. Poem by Phillip Dix
Para Shirley.
Mirame,
porque sigue temblando?
Perdon por el desastre de la comida,
no hay problema mi amor
me dice.
Agarra fuerte mi mano,
le dije.
La apreto con toda mi fuerza.
Si,
quiero vivir contigo.
Me dice.
Suelta mi mano,
se va.
Las luces rojas y azules me sedan,
acostada en una camilla,
nunca vuelve.
Lentamente desapareces,
cerca al accidente,
mueres.
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