We are trying. We still trying.
We are living in a small room, with some of the clothes we’ve saved.
My wife and me haven’t talked since that day.
Will the angels sing again?
The distance is deeper, I cannot hear my wife anymore.
I cannot feel the love…
My third child is growing through this fog.
My chest is full with broken glasses.
My days are longer…Every second passing like a knife through my heart.
My nights are full of nightmares.
I still listening their voices in my head.
I could have saved them, yes… I could.
-Written by Alejandro Viloria. Wednesday, 09/28/2016.