The most tender love comes to an end, eventually.
The yarn of endless melancholy breaks, nevertheless
What should I do with you, and with myself, finally,
How can I forget you, my dear disappearance?
Soon you will become someone's tender fidel wife,
Thoughts will become calmer and hair slightly smoother.
And from our ardent young love on behalf
Not even an address will remain in memory shatter
And someday you, you completely alone -
There will be twilight in a clean and tidy house,
You will approach the phone, deathly pale on,
You will dial a number lost in memory chaos.
And someone else's voice will answer to you:
"He left long ago, there is not even an address"...
And you will cry bitterly, my only friend true
How can I find you, my dear disappearance?
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A touching and very beautiful write, which i really enjoyed reading
So well written in metaphor this process of loss and moving on that clings with fingers to the past. It is a bit haunting and very real. Very nicely worded in soliloquy form.
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