I was thinking you and suddenly understood why there are flowing rivers: so our love will flow in their streams, sometimes a calm and easy flow, sometimes raging waters.
If so, who thought first of words like goodbyes and the many names of its pains?
Who took away the horizon and the tomorrow?
Who invented the misunderstandings, the silences, the wrong words said without intention?
The past keeps coming back and with it the pains and the smiles, the feeling of your caressing hands, the sound of your voice saying goodbye.
I will keep on loving you in every written word, in every note of a song, in every cloud and in every remembered kiss.
Anna Maria
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment