Ma Eugenia Carrasco
The Decision - Poem by Ma Eugenia Carrasco
Thinking in her makes a lump grows in my throat.
Thinking of her makes my soul hurts.
I do not want to disturb her happiness, her joy and,
Yet, I feel I do.
It’s hard to take this decision.
I listen to her and I feel unease with myself,
I feel I failed and I want to weep till death;
She shouldn’t see me this way.
I watch him, I see him and I listen to him,
And I feel netted in the bottom of the ocean,
His sole presence means so much to me,
I am not his.
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