When she cried
her eyes were shut hard
as if she were looking inside,
comteplating something indescribable.
i think she owns immense deserts,
immense hours.
it was a reliquary
to see her tears.
flooding the room,
irrigating my pain
because it is not easy
to watch her summoning
dragons, climbing paper stairs,
being herself.
strange things happen
when she menaces my certanties
and she has no right
to be less than she is.
but her tears shaped my heart
and nothing can be more beautiful
than what she did to me.
karla bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2015
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