The Shelter

My metronomous feet walk the Cohenian Love and Hate

as if they were operatic arias.

I pull you from a distant memory to sit with me

and drink a coffee for this once.

“I didn’t believe you when you told me that you had no love for me”

I tried to break in front of you

hoping the hero will gather the pieces

and put me back together.

And I had you in my lap

and while I could

I gave shelter to your back

so that you never had to feel

the cold of the winter nor starve

though I almost froze to death and you had no love to give me

I also didn´t ask since you said was not in you

wasn´t you

wasn’t natural

wasn´t there.

So I still from time to time shed a tear and wonder why I could not believe in you when you said that in your heart

you had no love for me.

Still once in a while through all these years I sit with you

only this time we share the cloak and pray to God

we save ourselves from the hunger and the winter.