Oh, those small rivers from the low plain
that flow all the way to the sea
and who knows if they even realize it
or if they just let themselves get there.
They resemble some types of sadness
that, without a warning
flood the lakes of the heart
and into the familiar waters they pour water
coming from who knows where.
And I came across you, you were dazed
to the point that there was nothing left to say
not even the hint of a polite nod
in those eyes that yet
had watched me gazing
It doesn’t matter how long ago this was
we have left a few of them, haven’t we,
a few scars in our hearts
that no sadness should ever alone
be able to erase.
And I came back here
really,
to contradict you
nor shall this silence send me away
nor shall the distant feel of a buttoned jacket
I’m here again
because it’s a good thing to get together again
and I will not be put down
not even by the void
that overwhelms us and doesn’t even amaze us anymore
I’m here again because…
some small rivers from the low plain
that flow all the way to the sea
I know this for sure, they don’t even realize it
but they just let themselves get there.