But...

We´ve been working with a poem called "The Lost Woman..." that is about a person that looses someone creating a new past situation. The task was to write our own poem with a similar structure.

I was very tired,

We returned from San Luis couple of days after this happened

Actually we were in a graduate trip

Yet in San Luis I was happy

Meanwhile in Adrogue a kind of small typhoon

Crashed whithout excuse

I arrived home

My father told me

"We are happy that you had a great time,

Unfortuantley we had a blue demise,

I´m sorry but Wok (my dog) is dead"

After that report I felt empty maybe?

Or confused?

I don´t know but

Definitely I was sad

But who cares?

He will not come back

Wok was everything for me 

I mean, he was a partner after all hassle

But...

What would have passed if that trip have not exist?

He would have died? Or

He would survive?

Probalbly, nothing would change

What is different is that I could have said goodbye to him

As my brothers accompanied him to peace

That would be stress for me 

He, laid back in a bed

Me, crying until my eyes, a desert became

But my soul would be totally safe

"Dont think about me

I prefer what really happened

Instead of seeing tears whasing me sadly"