Canto XII

August

Four months,

And the same miserable feeling of always hunting you haunts me.

When we are together it’s great

When we are apart

I’m in the grip of colic

I have tried to find an answer

It’s not that I feel insecure

There is a long line in wait my dear

Waiting to replace you.

But I want you

The not so easy to decipher you

But this chase is tiring me.

This week,

I caught myself losing interest

That is a baneful sign.

I think of traveling somewhere

Far away with no connections

Havana is always kind.

Lately,

You have been so priggish

You blame the egg

Maybe when it hatches so will you.

I love you

But I doubt.

Can we adapt?

Our worlds seems sometimes so far apart

On the other hand,

When I stop and reflect

This only happens when we are afar

When I’m with you,

I do not want to depart

So maybe,

For once in my life I will not run away

I will stay trapped in this rotten apple

Waiting for you