DON´T CALL ME TODAY

PHOTO by Blanca Langa

Now, when I know  I will die alone,

That you won´t hold  me when I die.

That nobody´s going to hold my hands

                                            this afternoon

-because it will be a December afternoon

when I decide to go-, don´t call me.

I forgive you everything.

There´s nothing more to talk.

I continue dying.

I´ll still probably dreaming.

                                                                                        

  BLANCA LANGA