hurt
Damián Antón-Ojeda
When cold becomes so enshrouded of a memory
Like the sound
The water drowns yet so far away is the other shore
And within night water, shrilling crying
Just as the arms that tremble to reach
And hope is in the light of the moon against cold sound
Though only if walked through water could hear crying
When it rains, in an open field
Her voice somewhere so distant
And it breaks me apart
It tears me so deeply apart
She never came
