Hummingbird

I. Flores

 

Hummingbird, now that I see you face to face

I wish I could say everything I write,

but there are two strangers in our place,

and one of them is terrified.

 

Hummingbird, was I a waste of time?

Did I have you locked in a cage?

Now you are making me rhyme,

trying to turn the page.

 

Hummingbird, I must confess

that sometimes I fly backwards

to see our past without feeling the stress.

 

Hummingbird, I still remember the sweetness of us,

the one we could taste in the flowers

like the words we would say when we discussed

or the nights we spend talking and making fuss.

 

Hummingbird, you were my witness

and now you are my favorite crime.

You make me feel the homesickness

that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

 

Hummingbird, sometimes I miss flying with you,

but nothing will make you come back,

that used to make me feel blue,

now it’s just a beautiful flashback.