From the balcony you observe the emptiness,
the enormous loneliness he left in you.
He left and you with nothing to say,
for this absence resembles a whimper.

You denied his presence until boredom
with the peace of having him always there.
Perhaps your pure essence as an actress
led you to believe your own sophistry

The love he gave you, you denied it
and with alchemy you turned it into treason.
Thus, with that fruit you paid him.

But your soul knew of his passion
and after him it decided to set out on the march.
May you find redemption there!

I always like to complete the goals I set for myself. When I started this series of sonnets, in the classical style of Spanish literature, I decided that I would write 20 to 25 poems, which later may or may not become a book of sonnets.

For many reasons I had to stay away from the activity of publishing content in Hive, but today I decided to resume this challenge I set myself and here is the eleventh sonnet of the series.

I was also undecided about whether or not to publish this one, because the theme is love and it seemed to me that this one was a bit out of context. But when I analyzed it in depth, I realized that it is part of love when it is not appreciated and remains as a one-sided element. So without a doubt, this poem also has a place in the theme.

I hope you enjoy reading it!