Corriente Alterna

I don't know why you left or why later on
you felt like coming back

I don't know why, I don't know why
you made that sad decision
to leave me and what was the reason
for your return and what happened
that the next day you left again
you didn't even give me time to ask you
if that time
you would come back like before
or if you were leaving in search of love
and if that was the case I suppose
you didn't find it and that's why
you came back but when I held you tight
and asked you what your plan was
you just answered vaguely
and almost left
but this time I didn't let you go
because I grabbed you with a strong arm
but it was useless because when I lay down
I felt the door and it was you
peeling off without saying goodbye
maybe it was better for both of us
but very bad for me

that's why I was happy when I saw you
coming back but I didn't understand
why you immediately tell me
that your intention is still to leave
and without delay you proceed to fulfill
your announcement and leave me there
without hope regarding you
but with the surprise that just like
I saw you leave I also saw you return
and heard you clearly say
that you would never leave me
only to later break
your word because mercilessly
you went to some corner of the city
that apparently you didn't like
because otherwise I don't understand why
you turned around and asked for forgiveness
but immediately, damn it!
you abandoned me and since that time
you left and came back more than ten
or twenty times I lost count
of your continuous coming and going
is becoming faster each time
as soon as you left through the elevator
the door opens and you're back again
I don't know if you're coming back
it's impossible to guess what you're doing
if you're leaving or at the same time
you're coming you're not here
nor there how you come and go
your face is no longer distinguishable
barely in the hallway
there's a long streak of the color
of your dress you're like a cyclone
a hurricane without direction
a beam of light faster and faster
no one can see you you're no longer
more than a faint sensation
a subtle, fleeting coloration
on the tiles of that hallway
and the janitor has come up
bringing the bucket with the mop
I tell her ma'am please leave it
and she answers no sir
I have to clean the hallway
and I explain to her that she'll erase you
if she mops over there
but she thinks I've gone crazy
she knows nothing of what I saw
and a splash of water with soap
takes you away along with the illusion
to find out one day in which car
travels the secret of your heart.