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I'm going to write

I’m going to write poems
that tell me the things
you don’t tell me anymore.
 
 
I’m going to write that those were
your eyes, not your eyes,
but what they expressed.
 
 
I’m going to write that those were
your hands, not your hands,
your daring hands.
 
 
I’m going to write that those were
your lips, not your lips,
your ardent lips.
 
 
I’m going to write that those were
the happiest days,
that we broke the record.
 
 
I’m going to write that the time
is a son of a bitch
because it didn’t stop.
 
 
I’m going to write that you keep
writing in my life
with your perennial ink.
 
 
I’m going to write that you
loved me so much, so much,
that I cannot write it.
 
Rafa Dedi
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