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,
Yet,
I am not his.