Treasure Island

Christian K. Montiel

(Tampico, Tamaulipas, Mex.)

After you left me.


After you left me.
I though that everything was going to be all right after you were gone from my life but this morning I woke with you in my mind and I want to call you back but they cut my phone last night so now I don’t know what do.
Running in the street looking for way to find you close too me but you live too far away from me and I don’t have any money to ride the bus that would get me close to your home.
So now is just this bottle of whisky and this empty pages in my book where I feel like I’m going to write about you, but I don’t know I guess I have no light just this candle light that is about to die lonely like me into the night.
I light a cigarette and take sip and I lay back and I look to the mirror and I see how miserable I look since I don’t have you and I guess is since you left me alone because you got fed up of feeling alone, so I guess the best is to let you go so you can find the love that you were looking for.
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Christian montiel

Submitted: Saturday, January 05, 2008
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