POEM 9 by Freddy José Villanes Tovar.

9
It is still too early
to call "day" to the day
but it is.
Five o´clock
and
a little bit more.
Do you love anyone?
Do you?
I did.
The only one I love for thirty years.
Yesterday, in the night
I write to her my last words in that condition.
Now
the love of my life
is just
the friend of my friends.
I can´t forget the best gift she did me of all:
Happiness.
I could never give her back that present.
But I have to.