Gone with the heat of summer.

[POEM SEVEN]

He left me there.

In the middle of the street.

Me, wearing all my pride.

My face remaining without any color.

He, taking away from me all my joy.

And wearing nothing but his honor.

He promised me once he loved me.

And I, little foolish, believed each word of that.

Now, not knowing if that was true

is all I can think about.

But I guess that's what everyone does, isn't it?

I let him go with the heat of summer.

Hoping he would come back.

'Til this days I'm still waiting

to see his eyes one more time.

But that night he grabbed his suitcase.

Full of his disappointment, his anger and his love.

And without thinking it twice.

He left me there.

He let me die.