A coffee in the morning,
sugarfree,
Without affection.
Awakening at your side already annoying and irritated,
Feeling alone
Because yes, you were there, sleeping as always,
repulsive,
hateful,
pedantic,
As only you knew to be, but just alone by your side.
From silent mornings my life was filled,
Insipid life,
Bland life.
Your hair,
your beard,
your voice,
All of you already made me feel hate.
Silent mornings,
Coffees with sugar,
Tranquility,
That left your wake of dismissal ...
Illustration: Sara hernandez