Como Quien Dice

Today I danced with you again
showed you my friends once more,
returned without rhyme or reason.

Then I saw in my thoughts
this summer when I saw you,
again I sat happily
and exhausted next to you.

Today I was in the morning
of mockingbird songs,
of sun in the window,
of sunrise over hills,
of satisfied sheets.

Today I returned to have the fate
of the clumsy walker,
of enemy dreams,
of navigating language,
of king of beggars,
of king and beggar.

Today I returned from the dead
whistling your strange song,
throwing notes and memories
as they say goodbye.