From time to time
From time to time
he opens the windows
and from time to time
he closes them.
The shadow betrayed him
behind the curtains
coming and going.
He raises his narrative voice
and fills the emptiness with music
as if to tell the neighbors
that everything is normal.
We saw him
passing by in haste,
head bowed
with bread in his hand,
returning
to where
no one awaited him.
He desired
nothing more than
a home,
children, and a wife
who loved him.
Yet one day he awoke
to find his soul
had grown old.
She wanted
nothing more than
a home, children,
and a man who loved her.
One day
she awoke
and saw that
her soul
had opened the window
and flown away.
