Me Dejaste

You left me a kiss in the drawer
and a bra thrown on the sofa
an attack of jealousy on the table
and your perfume stuck on the wall.
You left my world upside down
and a scream on the answering machine
that announced with all certainty
that this time your love is over.
You left me a 'but' and a 'why'
a few insults and a goodbye
a doubt floating in my head
and the promise of never returning.
What I feel, I keep in the fridge
in case one day you decide to come back.

What do I do with this cemetery of dreams
and with all my half,
with this debt of affections
and with so much freedom,
what do I do with this insomnia at night
without even a lack of appetite,
where do I put the reproaches,
if I put up or take down your photo.

You sold a dream at 2 for 1
and left me alone in reality,
a house mined with memories
and toothpaste squeezed in half,
you left the time I lost,
you took my alarm clock,
you left the underwear I gave you to take off,
what I feel will be a matter of time
to see if it stays or goes.

What do I do with this cemetery of dreams
and with all my half,
with this debt of affections
and with so much freedom,
what do I do with this insomnia at night
without even a lack of appetite,
where do I put the reproaches,
if I put up or take down your photo.