i was ready with
the white gumamela
flower in my hand
to give you
i waited
hour by hour
i tore each petal
until all of them
fell to the
ground
i went away
five years passed
got married
to another woman
who live
in the house with me
less my heart
i bled
on a wound
when you came back
from America
you look for me
i was already lost
no one
found me anymore
even myself.
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