I was there.

Where we left our love, on the only week that was ours.

Where we etched our experience among those of others.

Where we exalted our balcony love.

Where we were for once, truly peaceful.

Only once.

I searched, and I begged.

I begged to find what we had left behind.

Only so I could take it down and make it forgettable.

I was told it fell when the time was right.

It did.

Or you ripped it off.

Either way, it was thrown away like it was.

For the better of our futures.

Either way, it was done and gone.

Either way I was good with it.

Either way peace was achieved.

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    Carlos Osorios-Ríos

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