para D.
I still wonder
what was it
that we left
in the ashtray,
I paid the booze
the rent
to see,
I stayed with you
in and out
in the bars
in the hangovers
out on the weekend,
I accepted
all your
mistakes
misconducts
misbehaviors
mistresses
hoping that
at least
you would not miss
my phone number
my birth date
my love poems
my music
my name,
I got it,
I did it bad
bad as the misses of mine
as my booze
my love poems
my love calls
our love nights.
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