About Goodbyes

Alone,

as I have stood between people when you left

under a single ray of sun and a single snowbell in front of your white house on the hill.

With you,

I knew I was on the side of good, of righteous

and all the other streets I wondered onto afterwards, afraid and out of place, with February thoughts,

I wanted to go home where I knew I’d never find you again.

Returned,

to walk the deepest lines of histories,

on your day, with despair filling up the notes of the unsang songs,

I carried the burden of all the words I didn’t give you on the bed of flowers

That you had made, sewing the years that I’d been away from you.

Aware,

I had felt it before, it covered the steps of people, their laughs, birds and bells and clocks pushing me onwards to the river,

It covered the joy of my new life that you could see from above,

Nevergone,

the sheer silence that covered the world’s voice and eyes and hands,

I had felt it before, the mark of all the years that I’ll sew in a bed of flowers of you being away from me,

the quietest touch caressing old and new windows,

I will feel it again,

The weight,

The happiness,

The bond,

The call,

The eternal,

Presence

of

Absence…

M.

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About the Answer

About the Answer

before there was light, there was Us, wanderers of sands and stories.

when you found me in the dark and tied my Hands to yours with your prayers,

life came rushing, screaming Desperately into my emptiness: here is the Proof!

the Sun rose over Olympus and all your gods Bowed to us, the ones who had Defeated faith

in an Immeasurable heaven made of Victories and stardust;

Past, lost on the streets of the World, crawled on my skin and said: Seal it!

with my Rebirth, I gave the rest of my Days on this earth away, so that, at the end, when I’ll return to the River of purple waves

the image of your Shoulders turning the Skies around in the Blue waters

would be the seed I’ll be allowed to release into the eternal Dark matter

and set it

into

the

Fire

of

 the

Beginning

 

M.

Three

Three

That you’ve been gone from me,

A time without time,

Returned to where there is no night, so that you can show me the light still,

The white albatross of the dark matter that holds everything together,

The eternal galaxy of my pages,

The eyes I have for seeing people’s hands, the way they carry their years on their fingers,

Their deppest stories before their dreams,

Before their eyes.

You went but took none of the joy you taught me,

You, the life of my words and all the words of my life.

M.