I've written thousands of poems
just for her
without concluding anything
without any possible innovation to my production.
But how can I create something new,
If I have such an irreproducible masterpiece in front of me?
I would spend my whole life
trying to write a poem
as beautiful as her.
How can I describe those lips,
if not even a tulip's petal
has those harmony and elegance?
How con I describe the colour of those lips,
if not even the artic glaciers
dare to have such a colour?
How con I explain the warmth
that cold gaze emanates,
if every time she looks at me, I freeze?
How can I describe the softness of her voice,
if not such melody was ever created?
How can I describe those hair,
if not even flames shine
of such an intense colour?
If God really watched us
I'm sure he would have already taken her away
since she envies the Garden of Eden.
No such masterpiece was ever created
in the whole Creation
I've waited for the right time all my life,
I was looking for any kind of sign,
Something that said me the time had come.
But I now realise everything is in my hands.
Now I understand waiting for the time to be right
would just mean waiting forever.
I don't know how much time I have left,
but I know this one thing:
not having infinity to offer
I can only give my here and now.
That's not much,
but that's all I have,
that's all I own,
my small inch of freedom.
I promise my here and now
will be hers forever as she wants
That's why when I hug her,
and kiss her,
I hold her on a little too tight.
I don't want to kiss
any other lips my whole life.
I was told
when I would find a woman
who made me feel like this
I should have done everything
to make sure she stays next to me.
Her eyes were a wet canvas
on which I couldn't paint or write anything.
The ink just fell down
as I tried to write her a new world,
just for us,
in which there were no borders
in which there was no pain
in which we were together.
But too late I learnt
no one can be caged in another one's world.
I wrote notes in our places
I carved our names in the city walls
hoping she could recall our past memories
But she had gotten blind
She could see anything but me and my creations
I became an anomaly
and anomalies have to be destroyed
I don't know how I'll lover her on rainy nights
She can't see at night
and me neither.
I only hope somehow, someway,
the spark of a thunder will jog her memory.
Now that I decided to leave everything in this city
I'm telling you to just wait for me.
One day, you'll remember everything
so just remember me.
Like your favourite colour
that blooms every day in your sweaters.
Like your dog
coming at you as you enter home.
Like the skeletons
in your closet.
Like the letters
you keep in your night table.
Like the cigarettes
we smoked in my car.
Like the beers
we drank beside the river.
Like you remember the scars on your wrist.
Like you remember your mother.
Remember me as a poet,
eternally in love with you,
from now to forever.
Waiting for your memory to show up at my door
holding nothing but our time together,
So just remember me.
I'll be coming back
as soon as you will remember.