One day,
When water no longer runs down my face,
When dust becomes my bed and my eyelashes collapse.
One day,
When my feet take their final steps,
When no hug can be shared.
One day, my vision will blank, and my soul will fly away.
Inevitable is that day,
But that day is not today.
One day,
When flowers signify sorrow,
When tear-shaped regrets fall down from people’s eyes.
One day,
When words unsaid grow old inside your heart,
When blame for what hasn’t been forgiven turns into a life sentence.
Will a prayer make it okay?
Inevitable is that day,
But that day is not today.
Benjamín Cedeño 