-What are you doing right now?
What happen with you? It’s too late.

-Happen that I only think about you,
happen that I only dream about you,
happen that I only feel on you,
happen that I am thinking, dreaming
and feeling about you right fucking now
and on every second of my insignificant life,
insignificant life of an insignificant being.

Happen that I only was waiting a note
from you to go to sleep,
happen that I can’t stop reading you,
happen that I can’t stop loving you,
happen that I can’t write true love-poems to you,
happen that I only write garbage, crap, shit,
happen that even though it's getting late
I am thinking about you and feeling you and loving you.

Happen that I don’t want to pressure and push and confuse you...
... but happen that I think I’m in love... with you.



© Oscar Lucio Ochoa. Derechos Reservados. México 2010.