Hard to put a finger on it, drama? life? regret? what if? or just a sad meditation of someone sitting in a corner waiting...and wondering if it will be a us on the other side...

We were young, once, so long ago,
that memory falters, we can’t today
remember…how it was…


The caress on a juvenile softly cheek,
our hands, can they remember the touch?
Or they did know you inside the dark,
light wasn’t needed, as the fingers “saw”

I am contemplating the empty chair,
the one you sat as we were getting old
and remember that gentle smile that you
had to calm my sadness with love.

The house without you is empty now,
somber cavernous space without a voice
and the echoes of your busy steps
as you were collecting children’s toys.

Once, on one happy spring I remember
around your head was a flower’s crown
and smiling you ran into my arms saying,
I love you! I love you and I love you!!!

Eyes of a man waiting for final wings
can’t seems to see your photo anymore,
they seems to drown in blurring waters
feeling sorry for myself, you left me alone.

Can absence kill all the garden’s flowers?
Can love with time wither because is old?
Or we are chained forever to that heart
that will not die as long there’s a little love?

Everyday I extend my arm, offered hand,
expecting to feel the softly grabbing yours
to take me to where not man has ever been
and teach me, all over again, about love.

Oh! my beloved one, time’s a cruel mistress,
why, I asked, you need to be the first to go
and left me with an empty and wrinkled heart
that’s withering, because there’s not a us.