Because
Maria Lapachet
Because you looked at me in anger
And said you were tired of me,
Because you compared me with your wife
Knowing that I’m the first one in making comparisons,
Knowing that I know I’m the one who loses,
Knowing as you do that it hurts me,
Because it hurts me not to be her
Cleaning your house,
Taking care of your children,
Making your lunches,
Helping you with your pills,
Cleaning your vomits,
Dressing all of you in cute clothes,
Because you implied you were tired
Of my untidiness, my laziness, and all my things,
Of my way of complicating everything,
Of the way in which I’m never happy,
Because you don’t know if I listen to you when you speak
And you don’t know if I’ll ever truly understand anything
And I don’t know if you listen to me when I speak
And I don’t know if you’ll ever truly understand me,
Yesterday I felt sore and lone and ashamed,
I wanted you to leave me.
Because you write that you love me,
That you woke up with my breath in your mouth,
And that means that somehow you love me,
This morning I love you again
And I will love you tomorrow
And the day after
And the day after
And the day after
