neruda was right,
and i understand him better now,
in this cold night,
when the stars shiver in the cold,clear air,
and the wind gently thrusts its rapiers into my lungs,
i know that you would have loved me too,
and i am not the only one feeling the loss,
and that under these stars,
somewhere, you also are lonely with me,
and sometimes we shall still love each other in our dreams.

but forgetting is taking too long,
and i can never tell you now how i loved you,
and you will never see this empty space that you left behind,
as i drift on the lazy wings of desires,
unfulfilled,untouched,unrecognized,
i know that i will never see you again,
and wish i would.

i wish i could touch your hair once more,
or see you smile again,
that small crook of the lips,
or maybe just hold your hand,
or run my fingers down your face,
i miss the way you talked,laughed,looked at me,
the delicate irony of your guileless eyes,
i wish i could see you once again,
i wish i could fill this void.

fruitless thoughts scour my mind,
and in sleep i see you walk away again,
and hear your voice say those terrible words,
please unsay them,
make me whole again.

“because i loved you,and sometimes you loved me too”;
and you are my saddest poem.

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