Ray´s Cold Story

by Luis Ullán
(Salamanca, Spain)

Came up with it as a burning word,
wrapped into silly, coarse sounds,
the story is always the same:
an ill-time cloud came as life goes away,
wearing some memories like open seams on my head.

“Hold the ring tight, Ray”, she said,
as an empty altar waits
and she gets into someone´s bed,
running into another heart,
drawing a thousand scars.

Unmerited destiny of the lover
that gave too much to a mirage
There´s no need to call her,
It just belongs to the past.
"This is what she wanted?,
now I´m back where I started”,
Ray cries on another lap.

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