I have had a long and comfortable life
I fell in love
and conquered her
We never had kids
I never wanted one.
I was with a therapist
I had paid my tab with value
and acquitted my debt,
when I cured the sickness
that robbed my father his mind,
life and legs.
I had lost and had fought back,
together with the person I trusted most
and then alone when she left,
now she is gone
shot dead by her lover.
I had waited for it get better.
Everything is still empty.
I demonized every moment that followed
I feel like I’ve lived a hundred lives,
and eventually
thrown them all away.
There’s no tomorrow for men like me.
There’s only more days
waiting.