Twirling smoke Coming out of my mouth Paints gray metaphors Around me
I hold your memories delicately Like an expensive pen Between my teeming fingers
You come to me like a poem Out of nowhere And lay naked on the white bed Of my diary
I caress you Gently Like an ardent adept lover And clothe you In metaphors and similes
In my labyrinth memories Time spent with you Is a bullet stuck in a tree It neither rots Nor dissolves in its veins
It grows into the foliage of defiance Reminding me of your presence As an invisible truth Unreachable! Impossible!
Hope drives me to this end I deliver you in this poem Like a reluctant postman The part of me You never understood The part of me You couldn’t love…