Hey You Know Its Lonely Without You Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

I have my memories

the way you roled those huge eyes, and your voice like little green canary

I admit i idealised you, wife mother, career woman

but our phone called, cut me up, rejected,

I had to decide between, loyalty and disloyalty

between good and bad

positive and negative, without grey ares, but vivid coloures

lost love one queen down, another comes close

to romance and the original sophisticated paradise

gentlemen the key to the lock

between farr and near of the fire reflecting casiopea rays