poems with no names

xvii

it is at this point i'll define our relationship as lukewarm

when we wave hi to each other, and not a word more

ten minutes of conversation, and our tongues dry out

now we talk of the past, start our sentences with 'remembers'

instead of dreaming of the coming future we might share together

i feel bound, i feel obligated, by all the weight of our memories

i wish to break free, avoid the possibility of confronting you

to ignore how our relationship gradually deteriorates

by time, by force, by reasons, by ourselves

you are not to blame, i am not to blame. maybe.

but i'm a believer of opportunities, of chances, of maybes

that i feel compelled to revive the 'potential' that might remain in us

i want to be tied down. i want to be consumed

lets not bother with all the superficiality of the act of being 'good friend'

say my name, and i'll say yours. fight me, talk and swear, but be real

turn the intensity to the melting point, let it break us for the final time

boil all that exists between us to the final drop

so that this relationship, with no remaining nostalgic sentiments, can evaporate.