I celebrate (poem)

I celebrate dusty anniversaries

I have a calendar on my heart

Made of handwritten emotions

I should erase their meaning by scraping them a bit

But it's hard to reason with my soul

I'd like to explain to her that you can't go back to where you were happy!

I would like to explain her that the love she feels

Will never be returned

And yet she loves

And goes over the contours

revives the colors

smiles

remembers

lives

I caress her and I dedicate my nostalgia to her

daughter of her and her tumults

sister of my little restlessness

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