Dónde Estarás
Ismael Serrano
Where Will You Be
The unstoppable time will silver our temples
and turn our memories into ashes and smoke.
You and I, now loving each other further away,
will be swallowed by a dark future.
We will be that lost generation
shoring up the ruins.
Where will you be.
While you wait for dawn
to meet a man, he will steal your mystery.
He will give you a house and many children,
and break your spell, covering you in money.
But you will be a lost woman
shoring up the ruins.
Where will you be.
Boys in navy blue and ties
will bid you farewell every morning.
Cultivating the cancer that brought us together,
yellow fingers, gray lungs.
Where will you be.
With the BMW heading straight to the gym,
with Gin Tonic drowning menopause,
an hour at the hair salon to cover those grays,
missing me with arthritis in your soul.
Where will you be.
You will have long afternoons of boredom,
gin and long, low-nicotine cigarettes.
And while your husband swears to you
that he's not cheating, on his life,
you will dream of me escaping that routine.
But you will be a lost woman
shoring up the ruins.
Where will you be.
One day we will cross paths on the street
and you will hesitate whether to pass by or greet me.
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