you were gone for two years
forty-five days and a few hours
and fuck, i was fine
i was at least okay
and that's a great breakthrough
compared to my state when you left me
at that time i would say that
deplorable is an understatement
to describe my appearance
as much as my psychological
but you came back
and i was late four days on the calendar
because that's you,
someone who doesn't bother to
announce your arrival
as if i wasn't in four years
and five months from your memory
but i saw you at the neighbourhood market
picking up a pistachio ice cream
and damn, that was my favourite
do you know how much it hurt
to see you steal something that was mine, ours?
all those hot afternoons on the couch on your side
with that same ice cream
crossed my mind
and i felt tears going down my cheeks
but now i've made a new calendar
you came back since twelve days ago
and i decided that my favourite ice cream flavour is mint
the price at the neighbourhood market next door is lower
and that great is not enough to decribe me now
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encore en vie
Поэзияthe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
