For my friend. My tears, my thoughts are with you.
Ángelita, con las rosas muertas
She said she felt your dancing stop
When it wasn’t over, when it wasn’t time.
Mothers know, they know
With every breath, with their skin
And with each heartbeat
She thinks she always knew.
They waved, blew silent kisses
Besos de lluvia
As you drifted above our mortal coils
As you danced a new dance, that we have not yet learned
You left your other half, forgotten, dear heart, híja
Did you forget her, your other breath?
She waves, too, tiny perfect hands
Until you meet again, forever.
As if the warm dark place with the steady thud, thud
Is all you were to see here.
There were more things, that we wished to show you
There were more things, but you left before them.