The cold floor on my feet | The skin on the feet is very sensitive | The wood part of the room is not as cold as the tiles in the bathroom | I am walking on the tip of my toes straight to the tub | Turn the water on and feel the temperature | When it feels comfortable, turn the shower | The water on my head and on my shoulders put me to sleep again | It is hard to wake up and move | Just stand there | It feels soothing | I start drying and dressing | Maybe I eat | Today is sister’s day | We cut our hair together | Where you with me that morning or did you meet me later |
The day is ending and memory is fading | It is slower | I am sleeping on her couch | Good bye aunt | Have some ice cream | It’s 6 o’clock | …
Your shirt is the white and blue with stripes long sleeve polo | I love that shirt | Why don’t you wear it more often | I take a deep breath | you ask if it hurts | It probably hurts unless they numbed me |
“no reflex on feet”
“no sensation on skin”
“no movement”
“what happened”
You are wearing that pretty shirt, you look sad | Give me some of that coke | I think you really love me | Dad says I have to get taken care of far from here | You are coming with me | You love me | I love you too | Do you remember | …
you make me cry, but when i look at your photo on my phone you make me live.
Memories have faded…it’s too much to bear.
Good to revisit though, dark place,deep hurt.
I can still remember,the last time I saw you en la Alhambra. You left by yourself to meet the new you.
I am so sorry, I am so proud of you, I love you