For S
The weight of the rain cripples the name
of a person in a place
you swore never to forget or
let the silence
& the songs & the long moments
of hands twisting time with bodies
entwined in nights we wish would never die,
dissapear:
yet all things must eventually fade away
but time hasn’t taken us yet & so
there’s no reason
to forget everything even as we
let go of what once was.
Some nights we cannot see the Moon,
but during others it’s
dignified light
repeats the silver nights
precluding the golden mornings
bathing, deluded
& content.
“on peut pas vivre d’amour et d’eau fraich”
Remember?
“love is so short, forgetting is so long”
nice poem.
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A Pablo Neruda reference. That gives me great joy, thank you
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