By: Jesus L. Diaz
When you find me scattered across the field of lilies
Call for me.
You have a contractual obligation to do so
You’ve hurt me.
Deeply I could feel a knife in my chest,
The more I cried the deeper it went.
My love killed me,
And you never knew.
You have a contractual obligation to call and heal me
Signed with my blood and tears,
Signed with your fluids and your mouth and tongue.
This was the pact we made.
The contract we signed.
The words we spoke
The lies we told.
This was signed by us
Together we are indebted to each other.
So please I need a call or text
A chat or letter to keep me at ease.
Whenever you wake up down south
I need to hear your voice and feel your skin
Back in my field of lilies.
Pegasus 
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