Sunday, April 24, 2011

2. And tomorrow

And when I reflect on the yesterdays,
I cling stubbornly to each memory of you
as if each one would bring you close to me.
And stubbornly I tell myself
that I am a distant memory in your mind
and that my foolish hope was
a lost cause.

And when I faced my denial and
told myself that you didn’t care for me
[half as much as a frog]
I couldn’t stand the loneliness
and regretted facing the truth.

But it is better than pretending that you love me too
and better than letting fancy fallacies
become my false reality.
And so I look to my tomorrows
in which you feature less and less
and hope that one day
you will fade into the corridors
of crinkled memories
like the rest,

Monday, April 18, 2011

1. Tornerai

Return to me, return to me
my cherished, cherished memory –
when sunset etched your pearly face
in everlasting, autumn grace

And dancing in the fall-time air,
immortalized in sweet despair
return to me, oh hopeless love,
return to me, my dearest love

And in the emptiness, and in the pause,
bereft I stood –
eternities in our final steps

and with that casual wave
dismissed me to the common world

and there I stood,
and here I rest,

and only memories