I promise to stop crying from tomorrow

a woman at the corridor’s corner at the end without windows
young like the bird without nest and old like the homeless spider
stares at me with eyes like curdled milk engulfing a drop of blue ink

she breathes as if swimming for hours only in the same circle
her fingers tremble on her long Virgin neck
of a ballerina at the show’s end
her head falls aside like a too heavy bud on its stem

obviously she cried more than me
the amount necessary for tears to leave her at God’s will

just looking at her I feel like cutting off a reed on a dry lake’s shore
I pull out my handkerchief together with the candle
effacing my last drop
of salted happiness

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Note: at funerals in my country it is customary to give away handkerchiefs attached to thin and long candles. They can be lit during the funeral mass by the attendants.

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Categories: My poems in 2013 | Tags: , , | 2 Comments

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2 thoughts on “I promise to stop crying from tomorrow

  1. A very powerful poem. Happy to see you back.

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