forbidden wedding

memories passing through your veins are probably blue
you wipe them with your sleeve as if tears on your cheeks
you feel like itches
you cannot cry for real
and this is the first sign that you grew old

at the graveyard’s gate
you will find so many hearts on silk covered mattresses
filled with straw inside
old men and women with fake teeth and fake pearl necklaces
with moth-eaten mink collars
with soft smiles close to their framed photographs

you take a deep breath
you swallow an aspirin to dilute your blood
it is as clear as the light of day now
you began to forget and you feel sorry for yourself
the same way you feel pity
for the homeless asleep with tight lips
near his daily bread ballooned in that cold rain

someone stole your sun the day before yesterday
exactly at the time of first ripe cherries
two children laugh hiding under an umbrella
maybe it was yours
maybe it was red

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