Third song of despair -by Juan M.S

You’re leaving me behind, subtly,

quietly, methodically, as simply

as putting down a book you’ve finished.

I wonder what will become of you

without me, will you be beautiful

without my constant eyes on you?

Will you dissolve into existence

as other things that don’t belong to me?

And when I talk of beauty in the future

will you be excluded from the idea

as immaterial things are excluded from the Universe?


I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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