“It’s over” I told her.”We’re breaking up.”
At first she wanted to believe it to be another joke. Tells me to shut up and asks me what are we getting for lunch.
“I don’t love you anymore. I’m leaving you.”
She asks me if I’m serious. I say I am. I keep my poker face.
She asks me if it’s something she did, that we can talk about it.
I tell her there’s someone else. I can see the anguish in her face.
I leave before I break down and hold her again and tell her I need her.
We were going to get married. I suppose it’s another broken promise.
My father was murdered when he refused to sell his land.
In my country there’s no justice from either God or men.
I return back home and depart from the woman I love.
Perhaps to die, and if I succeed, to live in hiding.
Never to come back to her arms or gaze at her blue eyes.
I can’t tell her that. She’ll try to stop me, or find me.
Farewell my American sweetheart, you were all I ever wanted.
You’re the woman with whom my heart has bonded.
Perhaps in another life I’ll be able to tell you the truth.
I beg to God you don’t hate me, but I know you must.
Perhaps in another life you can be my wife.
Perhaps in another life we’ll hold our son as you always wanted.