You text away,
wasting at least four pesos on me.
It should have warmed my heart before.
Now, should I rejoice in your words?
Should I wallow myself in happiness?
In something that I know is temporary
In something that I understand
is not worth anything for you.
Those words would have been enough
To comfort me that night
But no, it didn't measure up
and I didn't feel complete.
Should I rejoice in your words?
When all you've got are ten words--
to say at most
while I have a thousand on my mind.
But now, all I have is a word.