Dear T.H.

T.H., my house has been empty for days,

its shabbiness may upset you like those

eggshells cracked by serendipitous

footsteps, my walls made of painted

bricks may jolt you; but if you come,

i’ll decorate my room for you with

gossamer ribbons and marble papers.

T.H., I’ve been living alone for days,

it’s been almost nine months since

our first glimpse occurred, so divinely,

as though you were reclusive outside,

like a candle flickering in a gust of wind,

you talked and i melted like wax by your

fondled words, un amor repentino, también,

second glimpses were rough, like the dust

mote carried away by the cruel zephyr.

T.H., I’ve been waiting for your glimpses,

i search for you everywhere, yet i was unable

to find you and say: te quiero

con ternura, como la noche.