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Cup – Taza

Loss, Memory, Nostalgia

How do you measure melancholia? ¿Cómo se mide la melancolía?

Yesterday
it pained me to miss you.
Your absence was a hole
deep
dark
empty
and unfillable
where the echo of my love for you
resounded;
it was deafening. 

If that missing you
were measurable,
my measuring cup
would over spill. 

Today
missing you
is a rupture
in a pair of jeans,
they could remain torn,
but I sew it shut
with needle and thread
to appear presentable.

If that missing you
were measurable,
my measuring cup
would be full
for it now fits
like when I measure milk
to make the cake
I accompany my coffee with. 

I finally sit down 
to eat my cake
and sip my coffee
when irremediably, 
I think of you.

MARLA WOODS

Ayer 
me dolía extrañarte.
Tu ausencia era un hueco 
hondo
oscuro 
vacío 
e inllenable 
donde el eco de mi amor por ti
resonaba
hasta ensordecer. 

Si ese extrañarte
se pudiera medir,
mi taza medidora 
se desparramaría.

Hoy
el extrañarte
es una ruptura
en un par de jeans
que se podría quedar abierta
pero que coso
con aguja e hilo
para verme presentable.

Y si ese extrañarte
se pudiera medir,
mi taza medidora 
estaría hasta el tope
pues ahora cabe
como cuando mido leche
para hacer el pastel
con el que acompaño mi café.

Finalmente me siento 
para comer mi pastel
y saborear mi café
cuando irremediablemente,
pienso en ti.

INSTAGRAM STORIES @marlaswordplay

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