At the blink of an eye, months turned to years.
As days and promises lost their significance.
You came and went with frequency and affection.
Unable to commit to any sense of shared space.
The breathless passion of our content youth.
Explored by bodies innocent of age and anger.
We carried the ability to dream whilst awake.
Prophetic visions and not simply reflections.
I resign myself to nature and the universality of maturity.
The spark easily ignited now takes hours to ignite.
I relinquish its ownership and succumb to reality.
You were never an object to own.
This intimacy should never have been shared, enjoyed or even loved.
I lost myself in you.
And lost you to her.
3 comments:
My darling... I read and re-read this poem every week. I love the tone of it, the feel of it, it's soft and sad but strong and resolute... a feminine and vulnerble voice, and yet it doesn't induce pity in my heart... very well 'felt', then tranlated on paper. Beautiful.
(Just thought I'd share)
emm! nice one, you remind me of a moment i should write! it follows:
Flimsy
As you sat strange,
Your eyes wondering,
With an outsider/wanja/ look
I glimpse at you,
And dare to talk to you
Your smile was sunshine,
Your voice melody
You made my human body flimsy
You made me drooled, made my pulse, pause
And that exact moment,
I wish to own you,
But…
“you were never an object to own”
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