FELLOW PASSENGER
Suddenly he started the confession.
He wanted, he said, to distance himself
from a relationship that dragged him along,
to be alone for a while
to rediscover his lost self.
I didn’t discourage my train fellow passenger
though I had tried the same years ago
and had discovered that I hadn’t lost myself
it was simply hidden inside me —
and spent hours of preprogrammed loneliness
trying to create rings with my smoke
as my uncle Paul used to do.
Then later, I carried on, along with
cigarettes I quit all my secret desires
for all the unachievable things I wished to do.
Libros Libertad 