reproach

Posted on | January 12, 2009 | No Comments

there are many things i will have,

to say to you,when we meet next,

reproaches,recriminations,complaints…

i will,maybe,blame you,

for leaving me,for being in and out of love,

for your trust, which was like a weak candle,

snuffed at the first gust of wind,

maybe,i will tell you,

how i hate you for that

when the heart shrinks inside itself,

in the nights when the moonlight rains upon us like molten gold,

and when i look at the stars and the moon,

and see not their serene beauty,

but their dark spots,

i will,i think,reproach you,

with what you never felt…

but it will be a difficult complaint.

how will i show you my limp heart,

scared of words that once you said;and silent?

how will i read to you,

that letter i never wrote,

and how will you understand it,

when you share not the same love in your heart?

maybe,you would look into my eyes,

and interpret those injured,broken looks,

maybe you will read the stories hidden there,

and listen to the silent sobs defacing the dark nights,

maybe,i will that not need the words, that day,

for you have done me wrong,

and maye the silence will be retribution enough.

but i remember that day of the past,and wonder,

why will you listen now?when i was crying-

after all,you did not notice the tears

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