Quien Puso Más

Among the wreckage the memory enters,
like a shadow
A third person rises in their lives,
unnamed
But who bothers and puts ice
in that story
Both thought it was a game
in reality
After almost thirty winters, the end

Who put more
They throw it in each other's faces
Who put more
To tip the scale
Who put more
Warmth, tenderness, understanding
Who put more love

Still setting two place settings on the table,
and two beers
There is no night that is not a
sleepless night
And the two memories are a big
puzzle
They are thirty autumns against the accusing finger
alone and people around

Who put more