Untitled erasure

by María Dolores A. Matienzo

       go away
Through       me
           weep though

                see me
         to leave
            you
        
        an armful

    where I

   though                passionately

go away,
  without

Grown

            to adorn

        flowers

Grown weary of me,
I will            to    my tears


I will be ready to let
no complaints whatsoever

    carpet your way