Ink blotches splattered everywhere
Words either scratched or left in doubt
My mind wants to speak
But no voice came out.
Memories made every moment
Days go by so quickly
Every moment becomes history
I want to go back
But time won’t let me.
Leaves will soon turn to ashes
Smiles disappear as the season rot
Summer fades into autumn
My feelings for you remains-
But will yours remain the same?
Places and buildings retell a love story-
Of those memories we so cleverly wrote
Soon we’ll part with each a copy
And I, standing there and remembering it all.
“Love” the simplest word to have
“Fallen” the bitter word to confess
And “You” are the person I cannot keep.
People say it’s the ending
But who truly knows beyond this parting?
I cannot expect nor assume
But I can only hope for a beginning.
I made this poem for Beppe around end of July. A little piece, nothing big.