Farewell to Love

The days kept passing, cumpa,

one after another,

like the pages of a book

when you flip through it.

For better

or for worse,

it seemed

that heaven and earth

remained the same—

or maybe I let my guard down.

When the river makes noise,

it’s because it carries stones.

She was free,

her dreams still intact.

I—locked away, mutilated,

physically

and mentally—

was no longer

a fragment

of her dreams

or illusions.

I swear I didn’t see it coming.

I didn’t read the signs,

despite the warnings

written in the sky.

She was already withdrawing

her body

and her presence from mine.

I began accepting it

without knowing it,

submitting

without even noticing.

She threw in the towel

all at once—

just a pretext;

she would have found another

if that one hadn’t worked.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing…!

The bell rang

for the last time.

I stayed there,

collapsed,

knocked out on the canvas,

eyes bulging,

foam at the mouth. 🥊