Poesia (16.4)

The Unforgettable Lover

A face I thought I’d never forget

Has faded into darkness

Throughout the days.

Your shaved beard

That I don’t know any longer

As well as your hair

So perfectly combed.

I’ve forgotten the shape

Of your face,

How you put your clothes on,

The smell of your breath

That I so deeply enjoyed,

The sound of your voice

That I’d never recognize again

In sad silly songs about me.

Our love that I so naively thought

Would never vanish;

And so it has.

And so it has at last.