Get You Away; You Chose Yesterday
Fiction about human love
On the sidewalk, we are sitting, arm in arm, I let you know the result of my last brain scan, a mass of 2 inches in length I have.
Knowing it intrigues you. You answer, it is not my interest to share my time with a condemned person.
I insist that you allow me to explain and ponder your position.
Your body lifts and indicates, your time is counting.
I tell you: “inflammation is …”
You interrupt my speech. I refer to your death, no explanation I asked.
Goodbye, I hear from you.
My head, I bow.
Your feet go, I hear.
Inflammation in the head I have.
By our sudden movement of passion, it was caused.
You forget so much love you confessed to having me.
I can’t stop you.
You have exposed your posture.
I am sure that you will not be able to help me when inseparable epilepsy makes its presence.
A sea of tears flocks to me.
Drown in them, I wish.
I make a useless effort to contain them.
Each one of the wild tears, in reminding me of your decision they insist.
I see you walk away further and further.
My legs exert forces on the ground.
On my feet and heading home, I go.
The suitcase of oblivion, I have to prepare.
Tomorrow it will be another day.
Never forget you, I can.
You broke my heart.
Never forget you, I can.
My brain, you despised.
My ideas you turned off and the illusion you killed.
Written by Evaristo Pérez López | 2020
