The things that made you <br />and undone you <br />are happening to me <br />perhaps to understand you <br />and why we need to feign <br />sympathy and apathy <br /> <br />But what do I do <br />with all these pedagogy <br />when life has already slipped <br />from my starving hands? <br /> <br />The enigma in your arms <br />Oh, how far is your sun? <br />All these answers are becoming <br />the luxurious, entropic death of me <br /> <br />Maybe, just maybe, one fine morning <br />the sun will shine on your gray face <br />so that I will not recognize <br />the mistakes that we’ve made<br /><br />Norman Santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mistakes-were-made-3/
