By Tlemoyotl
Why didn’t you come back to me?
why didn’t I go to stay with you?
why did you say things so deep?
why didn’t I hold your hand too?
Salsa music was the path of attraction
you said you had someone somewhere
but your bright eyes demanded me some action
so the bodies dancing encountered themselves
At Highgate Cemetery park we were
sowing a ethereal flower of love
delicate drizzle and your tenderness
calling me slighly to reach your soul
Also was the marvellous Camden Town
the place were I hold your heart
close to mine beside the busy canal
in a sunny day at Inspiral, that beautiful past
Or perhaps, the Cherry Tree park at night
close to East Finchley station tube
where you were working everyday very hard
and making love on the chair below the moon
Not to mention Oxford road where we first met
waiting for me with the excitement on your lips
telling me shyly “why are you so late”
meanwhile your smile was a fabulous trip
I don’t know why I still remember those moments
whether I know the years have gone and you with him
you were supposed to pass like a river’s current
but it was not so easy, just read and see me
why did you take that flight to Madrid?
why didn’t you come back to me
why were the tears not so strong and deep?
why didn’t I go there to live and see?
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