at a tiny sushi bar
she pierced her eyes like heavy marbles
four to six tables
no words were shared.
Inked and rusted,
she wears the world around her finger
defeated by the anger
of not knowing who she´ll be.
Remembering thee solemnly,
we danced as tribals around the ego
unbeknownst I stepped into that cathedral
just to behold my memory.
I once told her I am not a daughter
she recalled ´I was once a mother´,
transcending the agony of loss
we live as attained and unattainable.
Do not be fooled by opulence
Pain won’t recycle itself,
it mends the flesh it feeds on
it is an everlasting companion.
A masquerade of cognisance,
scarring perceptions of distracted apathy
I let you lead me into cursory,
The fault lies in the ones who cry,
for all reasons at a time,
as not all wars are led by bloodshed,
not all losses retain vanquishment.
She courageously soldiers,
with familiar countenance
yielding her canvas.
We said hello and I love you
we only meant it