Even I know you were not mine
you know you were
Even when the memories of our last night
are mixed and have become
dreams, hopes, nostalgia, or just that, memories,
of how that night really was
or how or who we were…
and even, tonight, the dreams smell like your skin
even though I don’t remember that smell
they were real
we know, "us" was real.
It has been a long time
me at your corner
watching your shining eyes, in the night,
feeling that probably that was going to be the last night
at least, you in my eyes, for the last night.
It has been a long time
since the day, me, outside of your door
sleeping a night under the rain, waiting for you,
it has been long time
I slept at the end of your back
and saw the dawn
the sun raining sunbeams
over your skin by the window
and you still sleeping
A long time
you printed my skin with your humid lips,
that night you forgot the time
that night I forgot who I was
a long time has gone by
But we walked more, after that night with your shining eyes
we found different roads
you met an old love, and he took care of you
I met a sweet girl, a good one,
intelligent, loving, beautiful... an angel
and I let myself take her...
I did...
But once, when as always the night took my strength,
my will,
I woke up and saw her, a sweetly sleeping angel,
and you were there, your face...
I closed my eyes and found myself completely alone
even though she was an angel,
I just wanted you with me,
and I remembered, I still love you,
and that you,
at least for a moment,
loved me forever.
David N.
