Sunday, February 14, 2016




By: Rodolfo Perez

The cold air of February chokes me up,

As her voice once did.

The scenery was beautiful to observe, with a new feature coming out each time you looked,

So was she.

She was the reason the birds sang,

But even birds have to stop singing one day.

Her lips, once full with life,

Appear pale, and dead

To me.

I wanted something true,

But I never knew what truth was.

She was here in the beginning,

As she is here at the end,

And although she sits right across from me,

I can barely see her.

We will leave soon.

Shake hands perhaps,

As if this whole ordeal was a mistake.


“So what do you think?”

“Hello, anyone in there?”

“Oh, so this is what you’re going to do huh?”


She’s getting up now, ready to say goodbye for the last time.

But we’ll meet again,

For there are more February airs to come,

Ready to choke me once more.

And we both know that birds cannot stay quiet forever.



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