It hurt deep
(still does on April Fools and in September)
with discouraging
irregular
raw
fermenting
pain
– almost the same desperation that
premonitions of imminent death
lost faith
and yearn
carry –
crippling
sovereign
decisive
that moment
when you coincidentally let me go
on the same day
at the same time
in the same place
where
I accidentally
gave you up
– never to completely recover,
but have you? –
and who knows what would’ve
eventually happened
if we hadn’t?
But we had…
I do think about you
instinctively
from once in a while
in dreams
in this poem
at dinner tables
in the middle of a conversation about Greece’s top ten most beautiful islands
when I can’t think of anything else
on a Sunday afternoon
reflexively
when I feel you think about me
and who knows what would’ve
eventually happened
if we had?
But we hadn’t…
Old footsteps might still misguide me
from once in a while
to where there’ll always be questions
Cole Porter
small places
and…
– Well, it’s getting late now, I need to be going…
there’s a long road ahead and
I promissed myself I wouldn’t rest until there’ll be anything else
instead of you
I’m sorry –
at least no one we know is completely sane
at least we tried
who knows what would’ve
eventually happened
if the part of me wanting you back
wouldn’t have finally died?
Razbliuto
Sacou vintage, Louis Féraud
Rochie vintage, no name
Cizme piele, vintage
Poșetă no name
Green Eyed Kisses,
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