LatinosUSA

It’s one of those dull, fog-filled days.
I sit on the windowsill, smoking a cigarette
Letting my gaze rest on
The lush, emerald green trees,
Observing the contrast they make
To asphalt dyed black from rain.
And I remember suddenly, yesterday:
You and me, laughing till we cried.
And unexpectedly I discover that
The old resentment I harboured for you
Is no longer with me.
I have been released from
A heavy chain I’d not noticed
I was carrying, until it was gone.
I want to hold on to
This feeling of release
Hoping I’ll be able to remember it.