You Don’t Care
Fabiola Martinez

I ask myself if maybe
You’ll get at least a shattered piece of my heart.
I ask myself if through all my damnations and frenzy,
May you get at least one of my reproaches.

When I dream about it, I smile maliciously.
It makes me believe you haven’t forgotten me.
In spite of all the bad things we lived through,
I think there’s still room in your heart for me.

Sometimes, I hallucinate and even believe
You miss me.
However, I know you well, and crestfallen, I accept that
You do not care about me at all.