Before you Left

by Luis Ullán
(Salamanca (Spain))

Behind an aging crystal clock
I look at you, shocked by my words,
as obscurity traces screams in the clouds.

Why couldn´t we start all over again,
and erase the darkest hours?
Life knows its infinitive is not as concrete
as the last point in our scheme,
as the promise of eternity we made
when you were nothing for me to shame.

But I won´t stop shining for this setback,
although I know nothing can help us.