return.
Where’s the line at which she grows tired of speaking to him?
My ships, born to sail the coral reefs.
Her eyes, unrested, like the sky above a great city,
It’s time to fill them with some meaning.
Erase from memory, like from a phone,
The meters of your confessions and screams.
Forget everything, on the way home,
Walking through the intersections of city streets.
I will remember all your habits,
The stories of cities that hid us...
Our relationship, like the smoke of a scented candle,
Embedded in the memory of the bedroom carpet.
When autumn comes and despair takes hold,
For what was and cannot be undone -
Don’t confess, avoid testimony,
Of our shared past interrogations.
Let him finally forgive you,
And let me hate him with black fury.
We have few dreams and plenty of sightings,
Only our twilight remains unchanged.
And my memories of how they were,
Her confessions in an empty parterre,
Like the calls of spring in winter,
To return to her.
