Abel Bolaños

Rookie (Mexico)

When I Wake Up

In thinking one late, starry night,
Drowning in thought when most are buried in dreams,
A knife ran through my chest, an urge to hear your voice.
And so I called you and I said,
“Hello, Beautiful.”

I could tell you our life story,
Our fights, our laughs, our kids, our triumphs, our failures,
And how every day I woke up and I said,

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