HISTORY

The scent of your skin

The texture of that fabric

The site of those flowers

The fragrance of those words

History

A beautiful history

The prose of your arms

The poetry of your eyes

The expansion of those moments

That stillness of silence

History

I hope

You remember

The kiss that slaughtered us

The breath that glued us

I hope

You still treasure

The rose I sent you

And the ink we spilled over

The words still dance

Around My feet

The bulbs even dazzle

About my side

The chocolate beans

The broken bangle

And the bitten skin

The healing glance

The gentle whisper

And the goodbye tears

Are locked inside

Stamped sealed

Stacked in a box

That Beatles record

You brought me once

Still stuck at

Where we left

Creaks sometimes

Intends

To play again

The damp of those several

Nights

Rusts plastered on the walls

The sobs

And cries

Resound enmeshed in air

The windowpane you

Loved to touch

Cracked some days before

The blue pencil

The sketch of the boy

You made on wood

Is learning to talk

It even complaints

Sometimes

Since you forgot to give

It the hands

The lipstick

The rubber band

The long muffler

You brought from

Tibetan old lady

With a wrinkled face

Is still wrapped

Around the teddy

The book of stories

The coffee mug

The butts of cigarettes

You smoked that day

I went inside and smoked

Them again

They still taste like your lips

Finally I could you kiss again

The day we made love

We both became both

You can go away

And manage not to answer

The question I asked you

You don’t need to come

And respond the way people do

I still hold you

Inside
You are there

I can feel you

Touch you

Hold you

Love the way I have

Always loved you…

Goodbye…