Unconscious I lost, trying to undo
I suffered the cost, for loving you
I felt so betrayed. A betrayer paid
No borders. No meeting of waters
Summed to sink, with my concern
Programmed to think: « pain is love »
A river meet the sea with no return
No give, only take, no helping clove
Which one of us foresaw our file?
We boss a bye, and held our voice
Stead of cry, we managed to smile
Worried I couldn’t solve my choice
© Ricardo Sexton
