Puchito negro
Ozcar Horna
Little Black Cigarette
Today I take you
Out of my chest and my lungs
Today you are
This last exhalation
I say goodbye
And I throw you to the asphalt
Of this love
Today I step on you
Then I snuff out your heat
I say goodbye
Your smoke has run out
I only carry
This phlegm that missing you
Left me
Love me, get lost
Tear me apart and walk away
I have to confess that I burned
The only letter you gave me
I, on the other hand, have been writing to you
Night after night looking for a reason
I’m sorry, but I memorized
Twenty lines, seven adjectives
Fifteen commas, eight periods
Nine accents, thirty nouns
Almost a thousand words, one single reason
I refuse to give it up as lost
But this cigarette is ending
One last breath
We confused the Sun with a meteor
It won’t be
I won’t see
I won’t wait for her anymore
She won’t be coming
The bus won’t take long
The streetlights without power won’t see us pass
She’ll never meet mom
I won’t show her all this I wrote
I’ll never know who she’ll become
She’ll never know who the hell I was
I know you love me, you know I love you
Even though we both know we’re better off if we just let go
But I hope you know that from afar I watch you, I’ll be your reflection
And when you turn to see those who applaud your achievements
My eyes will be your distraction and it all stays in memory
I smoke if I write my story
I place our bookmark in an eternal chapter
And if one day I get lost
Let the smell of nicotine that seeps from my chest
Allow me to read it
In the ashes of what we had
I move towards the setback
Today I take you
Out of my chest and my lungs
Today you are
This last exhalation
I say goodbye
And I throw you to the asphalt
Of this love
On this bench
Everything we had withered
Sometimes I get stuck
I feel like the color doesn’t change
I’m remembering
How the last goodbye sounded
And I’m still keeping
A little black cigarette for two
You told me you love me
And your actions said: No
To show the opposite
Of what the heart asks for
Seems to be your effort
Painting the sky is a contradiction
I confused our fire
With the flame of my lighter.
