By Tatiana Suarez-Pico
My heart was pumping, jumping in and out of its thoraxic shell
As I was running I realized I was angry again
Patience, trickling down like coins out of a bottomless pocket, fell
My pale face couldn't feign
I questioned why she left, I'm not yet ready to accept this answer
Remembering how it hurt made the corners of mouth bend
The wind matted my hair like a tap dancer
The memories closed around me like a cast ready to subtend
How could she?
Reasons embodied by crazy strands of hair pointing at all sides her
My shoulders heavy with time, plea
I don't understand what happened, help me infer
I still lose from time to time, to the dog mauling we call pain
I tell her it doesn't compute in my head and to please explain again
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