photo : San Pedro, Chile
You were thanking me in a whisper
for all sorts of things
that I didn’t even know
I had ever done
I existed, simply,
I was doing things
that imprinted themselves
in your perfect memory
that you were repeating in a whisper
and I didn’t even know it
we will reach that day
when we will look back on
memories shrouded in mist or pink
chaotically
classified in the best or the worst category.
Or maybe we will continue to look ahead.
around the evening
you interrogated the sky
while waiting for the stars
in your refuge with no mirror
your story so beautiful
in your memory
Where were we?
It was memories hour
and nostalgic laughs
we were telling again and
again true stories
and some others that we were made up
*first put online in Augst 2021, edited in 20222
I wanted to see
through the leaves and branches
the trunks and the shades
the light of the water
reminding me of the soul,
something beautiful
a thread to memories
a blank page