“Baby, I love you”,

“Baby, I love you”,
“You have no idea how much I need you”
All these words...
I got tired of listening to them
And your tongue should have suffered when uttering them
Now, I realized that
All of this was
a simple narration of ideas , once read on a book
They look like a chronological account of historical events
Those of Pigna’s volumes
One day, you told me you wanted to be a priest
You left me without saying any other word.
My mouth was still wide open
When you took your bag and left home
I thought the guilty one here was not you
But God
I have never imagined he could take me away another person I love
Eight years have passed
And I found you
Wondering the streets
“What a surprise, how are you?”
“I‘m fine, darling”. "I’m studying Latin at San Francisco church”
I never dared to ask him what his fortune was
in reference to his religious vows
We went on our respective paths as if nothing happened that night of cold