There is no boat
I heard you say
not long after
my iris revealed our fate
not long before surrendering
to an irresistible caress
Your Words shuttered
unending quests
for sensuous spots
leading to joyous streams
your eyes told a different tale, though
and have escaped me since that last day
No false promises
no promises at all
No goodbyes or reasons why
only exacerbating silence
an unbearable dismay
Ours was the shortest, purest embrace...
As you walk down the street holding
someone else’s hand
captivated by her gaze
Droplets or tears?
imperturbable,
lachrymose
resilience
You’ve set us free
Image, "Droplets or Tears? " (2023) by Andrea Villa Ruiz
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