An hour ago I was just having a bad day.

You know,

The heartless

Trivialities

Of life,

Making my breathing

Shallow.

But thirty minutes ago

I was informed I had been fooled again.

What changes is never the core.

Only the color of leaves,

The name of a city,

The length of my hair or his.

Since he gives tattoos now

I should at least 

Ask him a last favor.

Carve this reminder

On the wrist of the one who

Perpetually unlearns:
“Valentina,

Don’t answer your phone

Don’t open your door

Or I’ll find a way to destroy you.
C."