Martes
Shaila
Tuesday
Since she caught his eye, his world fell apart
That Tuesday
And he went back to look for her, to the same spot
Every Tuesday
To find sorrows that laugh at loneliness
Crying joys that fall asleep without dreaming
The time that begins the
Tuesday, another poem written
A Tuesday
Another utopia lives on Tuesday, Tuesday
Even though he didn’t get what happened to him
That Tuesday
He went back to look for her, to the same spot
Every Tuesday
Missing who he was when she was around
In voices that screamed the silence that precedes
The time that rests on a
Tuesday, another poem written
A Tuesday
Another utopia lives on Tuesday, Tuesday
Even though he didn’t get what happened to him
That Tuesday
