Farewell

Farewell
May 25, 2011 


When anxiety hits and the night falls, the thoughts arrive

slowly, quietly, constant, memories, words, melodies
all in the empty, cold air.

A cigarette,  a tear, dry
a mouth spills out words without any control
smoothly gets out
and then the pen, the ink
turn the feeling to life.

But in the end it's just a mean
though which the heat arrives and shows
everything I've been thinking
love, nostalgia, affection, friendship
how can they have a shape, life, expression.

They don't, and that is the purpose of the word
that's been keeping me up thinking of you.
The why, a reason, I simply can't explain
I feel, I thank, I mistreat. I'm sorry!
In the end I don't know how to live without you,
and I don't want to learn.
I just want to learn to fly, build my nest, take off.

But then, why?
Why am I still awake thinking of you?
So I could write, so I could show you
that i am simply following the path,
collecting the seeds that you planted, cared for and loved.

Then let the words demonstrate
Let them deliver the love,
in the dark, alone, use it as a light
Feelings, heat, admiration they do have a shape
Just as words can move a train
that hasn't even left and it misses you already.

Take care of yourself
Because next time you will be the one boarding the train
A smile on the face, a tear in the eye
a shooting star, a dream come true
In a year at this date there will be celebration
and you will be by my side, in a new nation.