Objetos

It's sad how objects steal
pieces of the everyday in our space
standing tall like humans
creating an atmosphere in every
place they’re found.

Admit that when we’re together
we’ve felt like those
objects of light and color.
The pale, cold mask of our
struggle pretending a love of show.

What comedy will be shared today among the spaces?
What fool will mark the failure
of all the ties
that once built this home?

The cry of humanity calls out
and take my hand in this agony
of finding love.
Get that longed-for scream
when in other arms you find
pleasure and pain.

Meanwhile, in my sad joy, I’ll someday achieve
that what comes my way won’t make me suffer,
just carry the scraps of emotions
that never made me happy yesterday.