Dedicated to Francisco Robles Amador:
Painful words to tender ears.
Words are written with falling tears.
With each passing just a little more numb,
Pity from most, poker-faces on some.
An air of confidence, a cool exterior.
But what did you see in your mirror?
So you say there were mountains in your way,
Looking back, I wish you had stayed .
A hell of a character; never dared to admit,
Real and genuine; no need to fit in.
A trait I wish I’d learned in time
So that way I’d never hide.
Who knew you’d leave in such a harsh manner,
That life would deal you such a blow with its hammer.
I remember the words you said to me,
I never knew they’d stick with me.
“Don’t change for them. You’re different.”
I remember how you opened your heart,
You told me things that I still doubt.
How stupid of me to change for them,
Then I learned a thing or two of them.
In the end, I’m glad I stood my ground,
I might just understand you now.
We weren't so different in the end,
I wish I could have told you then.