Eugenio Saenz Jr.
Poet, Writer, Journalist, Photojournalist
I ring the bell
Not to signal my surrender
To signal yours
You abandon love
And retreat to freedom
Disguised as adventure
But I’m no fool
The window pane is filthy
You’ve crashed through
May you travel wisely
And not trip over our undoing
Should you repeat love
Or whatever this was
A relationship of selfish ambitions
And I, a toppled stool
Let others know your intent
Warn them before they commit
Of your poisonous beauty
You may abandon
Despite all given of their soul
Leaving behind a forest of ash
Like those before me
That had once given hope to love
I ring the bell
