I like it this way.

I fancy it wet and gray; fantasizing all those

passing planes in dimmed light, on the late nights,

and the elderly’s sincere novella.

I saw the blurry greens, the painted ponds

on a steamy ride, and I asked

the eternal question:

Did you ever know how deep it hurts

when you murmur those words;

while collapsing my world?

I’ve learnt not to rive, not to sway;

I know how to digest and not to

wind up in any way.

Let’s leave them all behind and climb up

to the rooftop; hands locked, eyes wide shut,

seeking then saluting the

non-existent sun.

Let’s swallow the poison and spoil ourselves

in silence, in this ‘very’ moment

cause happiness is ‘now’,

my sweetness.

S