![]() Of Goodbyes and FarewellsA Poem by yuhee![]() Addio, addio il mio amore Questo è crudele, ma Fate era stato buono![]() A dead
clock, a broken vase And an old
photo torn in pieces Left
untouched for how many decades Like a
desert never been rained Memories of
the thousand past Gathered
like piles of snow outside So many but
so distant Like the
fleeting star in the night I stood, in
the amidst of ruin Envisaging
the once burning ember He cackling
of the blazing fire And the
moving shadows on the wall You sat
there on the bergére A malt beer
on your hand A
Shakespearean book on your lap And that
heart-wrenching look on your aged face I would
like to hold you But fear
told me not For if I
did, I knew you'll disappear Like a
cigarette smoke in the thin air Then the
radio played the Cascades A song you
love so much like I did And right
there I started to hum As the
scene I was seeing blur ripple A like a
stone thrown on waters The
cacophony of the church bell rang And to the
old remnant of that house, I was back It is
snowing yet it doesn't feel cold I'm not
feeling cold Series of
soft footsteps echoed around Along with
muffled cries and quiet whispers Once again,
I saw you looking pale, looking older And on your
hands, a bouquet of white peonies and roses I want to
hold right now and then so I did Fear
finally did not object But I
couldn't feel you, nothing at all I wish you
could Bells keep
ringing on my ears "Mi dispiace non riesco
più a rimanere" And before
the canvas turned white I said my
last goodbye Addio, addio il mio amore Questo è crudele, ma Fate era stato buono May we,
once again meet Not in the
future but in another world.
© 2017 yuheeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() yuheeXII, PhilippinesAboutAltschmerz. Jouska. Nodus Tollens. ツ A pretty average girl with complexity and madness inside. Expressionism is ❤ I write to express. I like reading Dan Brown's, Mitch Albom's, Lauren .. more..Writing
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