Supplica Poem by rosalinda flores rosevoc

Supplica

Our meetings were impossible
because the paths I walked scared me

Closed lights up the steep stairs, I
could fly to reach your glowing heart

Next were travels far and wide. I
remembered I waited for nothing

Who cares who's looking? Your light
statue reassured me promises


Deaths were there. Life hurdles
with trains in a war, nothing was warm

in the rainy nights but you
I wish you would never leave me

or any of us who failed you.
In our forgotten days of guilt

of tempests, of arrogant laughter
those times we could not look you in the eye

I still ask of you to love me.
Should I forget, should I wane,

to love me. beside me,
till death now and forever Yours.
Amen