Poems

A Year Round Girl.

A Year Round Girl.
by: Clara Cecilia Cordero

I walk the same streets.
Day after day.
The same pebbles over the edge of the streets.
The Sun comes the same way.
And leaves without a goodbye.

I walk the same streets.
Spring after Winter.
The same pebbles over the edge of the street.
The Sun hits the city's scrapers yellow.
And before I get to say goodbye he hides away.

This darkness is making my Sun feel a world away.
Tell me your name
And the length of your hair.

I walk the same streets.
Summer after Spring.
The same pebbles over the edge of the streets.
The Sun hits my skin leaving it orange.
And before I feel alone he sad goodnight.

Sleepless nights makes the waiting a killer one.
Tell me your name
How long is your hair now?

I walk the same streets.
Autumn after Summer.
The same pebbles over the edge of the streets.
The Sun kisses the leaves underneath my feel.
And before feeling dry inside he warms me, just a bit.

The bittersweet memories take over my mind.
Tell me your name
How long is your hair now?

I walk the same streets.
Winter after Autumn.
The same pebbles frozen over the edge of the streets.
The Sun hides under his covers.
And before I die I hope to see him one more time.

The cold is making me loose hope.
The joyful portrait of him- warming m for one more day.
Please tell me your name.
And the length of my hair tell me more about this year around dying girl.