After

Two years 

Three months 

21 days 

His father died 

On this day 

My spirit cried 

We prayed 

For forgiveness 

To no avail 

I am 

I am 

I am 

I can't write 

Walked to the water 

Sitting on wooden benches

Cars go by on the West Side

Scooters scratch the pavement

Merengue blares from the speakers 

White people roller blading 

The smell of purple haze 

Mixed with charcoal 

I don't feel the same

I heard the birds chirping

But I didn't smile 

I am afraid

I was so sure

But it's my fault

I broke my own rule

I'm not perfect but I know better

Stop worrying

Self pity don't change or solve a thing 

Everything happens for a reason 

And everything will be ok