The disobedient ear - Mag 173

He tried hard to anchor her

to the ground as if her mind would respect him.

But the ear within could never listen

to his politically correct words.

She wanted more than bread and company.

She was a thirsty woman: the kind who drinks life

every single moment without that feeling of guilty

so ordinary from 9 to 5 ,when you lie to stay at home

on rainy days just because you feel lonelier than

the others.

He only knows lethargy and wouldn’t miss

the moon if it disappears. She once said if he insists

on being who he was, the only mark

 he would leave when he died would be  his footprints.

He never heard her too though.

She had that feeling of just being enough

that’s why she let go of his hands.

I suppose she is where he will never reach

and even if he could, it would be impossible for him

 to put up with the intolerable lightness of her being.

I don’t think he will survive the loss:

he has nobody to take care of his bendable hours now.

Karla Bardanza

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