The time you told me: goodbye

It was an ice pick in my heart. I was twenty three and you seventy.

The whole city felt as an empty space. Had no place to go.

Nowhere to hide my disappointment. My sadness. My loneliness.

My appetite was gone. As my thirst for water. As my desire for living.

Had no one to go to by myself. There I was. On my back lamenting

about my luck. Unbeknownst to was coming next to my life.

Women wanted me. My beautiful slender body. Every woman in the

neighborhood wanting me. All of them in the block wanted me and

I wanted them. I was eager to having each and every one of

them too. Two of them wanted to have my babies. I just wanted to

have them. It was a just physical thing.

Which would left me feel as empty as the first time.

It was a mirage.

Ernesto Onofre