Magdalena

“MAGDALENA” she wakes with strategies to avoid. the sounds of her anxiousness to live scream loud but she is patient. she dresses and puts her glasses on. her hair sits gently on each side of her face as she rotates the necklace I gave her. it’s a reminder of another life that loves her. we’ve kissed very few times in eight years but that is what makes each one real. we’ve been dead away from each other, we’ve been alive when we are with each other and we are love when we hold each other. she fills her lungs with smoke as I murder my liver with Pacific. we didn’t always say goodnight, we didn’t always say I love you but we meant it every day. tonight we look at the same moon within the same love and she is mine. goodnight my darling, I love you. By: Chicano Eddie 9-4-2016