May It Rest In Peace

A stone,

As a tombstone from the past.

It stuns me.

Overwhelming ghost haunt me.

It seems like a conmemoration in all,

For everyone that might see it.

But not for me, not anymore.

It feels to me like a death note in it.

It craves for our love,

I crave for hers, she craves for his.

It want us there, like a child wants his parents,

I want us there, like a new pair of lovers.

All in all it brings me memories,

Pictures of things that won't be repeated.

All in all it waves at me on the shore,

Saying, "I keep some love for when you need it"

And I wave and I sigh,

At her love wich already died.

Author's Note

Second poem in english