Copihue Poetry

I stopped writing her
I stopped calling her

I stopped leaving her comments
but the only thing
I couldn’t stop
was loving her.
 
She stopped writing me
she stopped calling me,
she stopped talking to me,
but the only thing
she didn’t stop doing
was stop
forgetting me.
 
They stopped writing each other
they stopped caring about each other,
it was inevitable
they had
to separate.