1986 Rigor Vita
i know i will live beyond these weird moments
but I was cleaning the attic after the furious wind
when I found and caressed your crumpled photo
thought I was gradually forgetting you
the drunken cars and the rising sun
on that beach that won't come back
funny that this is the same wind
that took the love that would save us...
looks like he took the opportunity
and brought the hate that now seems to dominate...
the wind is taking everything
I looked where we left our smiles
but there was just a sign that said dead end
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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