Dijo de Mi

She said about me
That she warmed my bed,
Cold from absence,
Vacant and battered.
She said about me
That I said nothing,
When in an impulse
She installed me in her soul.

But she never said
That she sought shelter,
When shattered
By a disappointment
She found refuge
In my poor arms
And soaked my chest
With her long cry.

But she never said
That she came in mourning,
That her orphanages
Were being filled
With new illusions,
And a new song
That dissipated
Old sorrows.

She said about me
That I didn't look at her,
As if she were
Little more than nothing.
She said about me
That I was inconsistent
Reserved and taciturn,
Cruel and indifferent.

But she never said
That she invaded my house,
Profaning things
That are dear to me,
My beloved books
And among my tangles,
Releasing stories
That are bitter to me.

By airing everything out
She opened the windows
And let escape
Two or three infamies
That my solitudes
Had kept
Where no one
Could find them.

She said about me
That I was unloving
And didn't realize,
What I felt!
I never believed
She would leave me,
As one abandons
What is not loved.

When she opened the door
I was stunned,
As if without consciousness,
Heartbroken.
I looked into her eyes
Almost pleading
And despite everything
I didn't reach out my arms.

She walked away in silence
And in that space
I was left so alone
Like a solitary.
With a broken soul
In a hundred thousand pieces
I looked in the mirror
And found myself crying.