The Whale
There
is no telling who
we ultimately love.
Do you
like whales?
I heard
they mate
for life…
found only
the myth…
wandered
in a dream
by a snow man
melting
in the rain…
broom falling
away
from half a body…
stone eye
dropping
in a puddle
by his side.
No one
should go
that way…
look
at this snapshot…
the young me…
me and…
no…
it’s not really me
or her.
I carry it anyway…
hoping to keep
someone else
in mind.
There
was a time
I remembered
everything.
Lucky to have
this picture.
Humor me…
let’s just say
that is
me standing next to…
hold on…
she speaks
Spanish…
yes!
See
the way
she’s looking
into my eyes?
That’s love…
right?
Peace,
Andrés