I already know how the road will be turning,
Though things occur with no warning.
And I know by heart where it will go
I already know now the road’s every paver
And that sweet descent that I will savor
From which I’ll come back alone
But half-gone already I don’t know why it
Is so hard that I’d deny it
Or decry it, or defy it
We look at old photos, but
It is an obsession to keep hope
Alive - an attempt to cope
and save I do not know what...
More and more, again I waste my time and fret, it
is all just to forget it -
What is undoubtedly true
New sad days and clear nights when stars glitter
And the words that are sweet, bitter -
In my one letter sent to you
That says: "my love, I am sorry
But my heart just got memento mori
Signs from our past, all blurry"
Who knows that better than you?
I mistreat you for real, even injure
With that little black and white picture
In a little poem of mine for you