From a stranger
(Or, not dead yet)
You must have been close to the sun
(Or, not dead yet)
You must have been close to the sun
To have burnt so pure, ash less.
You must have worn that heart
On your sleeve for many muses.
Your romance must’ve made you sweat
Through all those winter meetings.
You must’ve spent cooler summers
As winds carried the fragrance of separated ones.
You are a rebel, filled with love and cause,
You must have avoided an ordinary life.
Your last lines for her, and many others were never the last, your many merging into all those bodies meant more words.
You are dead but still present pain on a platter,
You must have carried the name Neruda.