Comment on Afterwards by Jorge Ramírez



Sometimes it floods very me

That remembrance

Brought on by a baby’s cry

Or a have a scent

Or a taste

Or a smile

Love of at all kind

Leaving me with that on friendly terms guilty longing 

And the feeling that I get betrayed 

Your memory

Somehow

By discovery joy in something

Without you

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