Final Bar Line

 

 Lucía Hernández Rodríguez

 

With trust I beat yet beating twice might end

with twice a broken heart yet only once

it dared to scream and shout and shriek, then bend

and play adults in teens when being dunce.

 

Yours dared to praise delusion, sharpest grin,

detached your soul from skin; your kiss, no feel.

Your eyes, so blank that guilt I found within

yet dared to sign eternal-lasting deal.

 

Your clock was ticking quicker; time may flaw.

Forgive me, B, for faith; my hope was shoved.

I want you never meant I want you. Saw

I wrong, as wanting never meant you loved.

 

If only quavers lasted more than both

our nights, I’d lend my strings for plastic oath.

October 2025