It's sad -after everything that we've been thru our own love reduced us to a pair of fat, slobbery, pathetic sots. I remember the day when drinking was fun because it was shared with you. But now, drinking is an escape and cigarettes are fast company to sleep-deprive nights of mystic memories and saddened solitude. Mornings are no better because everything reminds me of you and you remind me of everything.

I passed by your house the other day and I got the chance to talk to your sister. She was watering the flowers in your mom’s garden. The same mosquito infested garden where we shared the first, most and even the last kiss and the threat of dengue is nothing more than an itch because it would mean sharing a hospitable room with you. Your sister told me that you left for Kansas two months ago, we both know about your leaving but somebody had to draw first blood and open the topic to investigate the stench of dead love. I grunted a "yes I know" and told her I forgave you the same day you left. She knows I am aware that she's fishing for pictures of my emotions. What she didn't know and what I didn't say is that I spent an afternoon forgiving you, but it would take me a lifetime to forget.