Sin Fronteras Spring 2018 Sin Fronteras 2018 | Page 45

You slipped through time’s hands, And they were closing soon. The weariness, solitude, and time, They softly whispered that it was time to go. And so, Finally, You gave up on pushing the cart. It was too heavy And you had no money To pay for it all anyways. And since the store was about to close And lock its doors, You crawled into the cart Fell asleep And never woke up. 37