saying goodbye to someplace
that can’t say it back,
not mute, but always busy
churning rowdy night into cloudless day
like a heart pumping blood by memory
 
I forgive you as you gave me 
all you have worked to offer:
your fortress paradise balanced on a hill,
your plucked guitar strings and visceral cries,
your smiles crinkled and glass bottles full 
 
thank you for nestling me in your stripes, 
in your proud blanket of red and yellow,
I never once shivered in your spring,
an eternal season suddenly expired
but leaving a savory taste on my tongue
 
 hasta luego, Granada, mi amorcito 
 nos conocemos de nuevo algún día