GOODBYE ON THE AIR

I have not yet managed to forget you.

Little bird, I swear I will do so. 

As the white sand forgets its shape when swollen by the ocean, 

In the same way the image of your lily-white face will fade devoured by time.

Your poignant smile shall get lost among those of travelers on the roads.

Your voice shall get mixed with all voices, like voices do in loud Tuscan fairs.

I shall no longer visit your grave over which we once exchanged smiles.

I shall erase you.

I shall delete you.

As you did me.

But for now,

Permit me to caress the hills of your curves,

Permit me to rest my head on the wet ground of your chest,

Permit me to smell the bright morning on your skin,

Until the sun comes up and dissolves your presence. 

Dois

Do you remember when I would pretend to drop my pen just to wait for you at the end of the stairs? Remember how you used to smile timidly and talk to me about philosophy and the existence of the gods? Remember how I would get home and get a text from you and feel the most important person in the world? Remember how I used to ask you questions whose answers I knew, just so I could hear your voice? Remember how I had to hide my smile when I saw you waiting to talk to me at the end of those stairs? Remember how quickly the hours would pass? Do you remember, dear, how I ruined it all just being myself? Now I stand alone at the end of the stairs. Now I drop my pen and check my phone to find I have no importance to you. I sing alone. I walk in the darkness as my hope vanishes. I watch you, from far, move under the golden leaves and the fading dusk. And in this magic hour, here we are. Two. Only. Two lonely

Hide and Seek

The other side of the bed looks cold and arid. I wonder if I would find you at the end of that terribly vast unknown land. If so, would I get your love and trust as trophies? Would you allow me to carry you? And to blow my music on your heavy tired soul? All I have in bed with me are questions and uncertainties that sting me as scorpions. I carry them in my chest and off I go. To your rescue. I fall. I get ill. I perish. And in the crisp frigidity of the night you are mine. Crowned by the silence of every moon: you are mine. My heart can't stand the day, for it is at night that our souls merge. For it is at night that you are all mine. And yet you're not. Escaping from me like smoke through my fingers. I know no language, my little bird, that could tell you how much I love you. I know no song that could show you how vividly i feel you every night. And I know no anathema that could equal losing you.