Byron A Poem Without An End
So many years have passed and you are still here
watching this struggling for a peaceful night.
First I tried to burry your name but it resurfaced.
The vowels came out writing the consonants, resonating
I burned all the photographs, all the letters,
I changed my habits, places I used to go,
didn’t see your face for a while, I thought I made it
but one day I called my girl uttering your name by
mistake.
There is one love, one love we never forget
One love, every day we try to recreate.
Funny, I saw you yesterday, you acted so clumsy
trying to be pleasant, asking me to stay.
I figured out it is not you the one who shakes me,
but these memories, moving under my skin like snake….
I know we had our time, is irreversibile,
we lost that final rhyme,
a poem without an end.
I know it looks so sad, but what is happiness?
It’s all in our heads.
We made this word up to define a final frontier
There is one love, one love we never forget
One love, every day we try to recreate.
