Esa

Her old school heart

torn apart

red strips fluttering

prayer flags in breeze

her left over memories

of love nevermore

his way with words

when saying

que te vayas bien

the hurt left outside

the home in her heart

abandoned memories

he said to never remember again

erasing every word she wrote

shredding poetry

her old school understanding

of what she felt

to have him

not have her

back

her way of crying

in tattooed tears

praying him in love beads

surviving old school style

that’s what this Esa

is going to do.

c/s