(c) E.P. Robles 2012

When I left
you tore to shreds
what remained
of our memories
and that touch
you gave to me
I cut into pieces
upon your grave

If I live to see
tomorrow morning
I won’t forget
to warn the devil

and heaven shudders
at my innate power
the angels begging
don’t forsake love

I won’t be able
to match the beauty
of the dead in my heart

if I live to see
tomorrow morning
I won’t forget
to give you
my warning

I will touch your hand
and thaw —
your dead heart
and heaven will sigh relief

there’s no beauty matched
what lives dies today —
and tomorrow lives
another burning day

:: 02-11-2014 ::