The picture
of you old, on the screen,
first love
memories sitting in front of me,
in my mind.
Your hair
was playing to cover your eyes;
remember
that restaurant?
Me? I can’t forget that smile,
a future
surrounded by the past.
It’s gone,
swallowed by all those hours
and many of
my mistakes.
Jokes in the
doings of fate…
Should I
have embraced that first time
that was never
sealed with a kiss?
Should I
have stayed without the tenderness,
the bliss of
touching your skin?,
It was denied
by age, by wrongful events.
Can love be
strange enough
that
wouldn’t demand one caress
or many for
that matter?
Your picture
of many seasons on another place
The same
smile,
the same
eyes,
the same
everything,
but not the
same face.
Not the same
feeling,
but a
yearning that wanders
“what if?”
Maybe it is
because love is or was bored stiff,
I see you on
the screen…
Should I
type “How have you been?
Did you
found happiness?”
That kiss
that never was
took a piece
of me, and a quest
begun, “what if”
“what if” “what if”
A brain
misplaced.
We were
buddies and not sweat hearts.
How could I
have guessed
that you
were trapped in the opposite shell?