Closet
All night long, sleepless,
you promised not to cry
to empty the closet
give his clothes to charity
his red shirt
you’re now holding
tightly in your arms
as if it is his body
his hands hanging off the sleeves
his fingers that touched
your secret contours
suddenly a lone tear
flops on the side of his heart
and you run to the washer
impossible to give it away
with such a teary stain
Libros Libertad 