ONE MORE LEAF
One leaf,
a single leaf,
I am that leaf,
the one that drifts away.
That petal that was lost,
that leaf that withered.
That life that was stripped bare,
that opened itself from within,
that shed everything on the outside.
Unafraid of being simple,
that plain leaf,
in that world,
anonymous,
that once
was a poem.
A poem written day by day,
inscribed each morning,
from the diary of a small child
to the keys of someone now much older,
a simple leaf torn open
day after day by the weight,
the weight of living
inside that poem
that was me.
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UNA HOJA MAS
Una hoja,
simple hoja,
soy esa hoja,
esa que se va.
Ese pétalo que se fue,
esa hoja que se marchitó.
Esa vida que fue deshojada,
que se desnudó por dentro,
que me quité todo por fuera.
Sin temor a ser sencillo,
esa simple hoja,
en ese mundo,
anónima,
que una vez
fue un poema.
Un poema día a día,
que se escribió cada día,
desde el diario de un pequeño
hasta en un teclado ya muy mayor,
simple hoja que se desgarró
día a día por el peso,
ese peso de vivir
en ese poema
que fui yo.
En Madrid, a 26 de Mayo de 2026.
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This epitaph was composed on May 31st, 2026
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Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
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What a marvelous metaphor Carlos yes each day a leaf and we are the poem that grows as each leaf is shed and falls not to be forgotten but to be grateful for memories that remain even after they have passed.
Fabulous
Well crafted and thought provoking.
Carlos, what a beautiful and thoughtful piece. The leaf works wonderfully as both image and metaphor...fragile, ordinary, anonymous, yet carrying the story of an entire life. I was especially moved by the journey from childhood journaling to later years at the keyboard. By the end, it feels as though the poem and the poet have become inseparable. There is a quiet wisdom here that lingers. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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