And, all of a sudden,
you no longer exist,
sweeping away any fixed idea
one might have
about death.
Too abrupt,
too harsh,
too hermetic,
too unbearable
for such a young age.
Among the ways
of saying goodbye,
you chose to lie to me
with a farewell disguised
in embraces that seep
into innocent childhood,
leaving an emptiness
and turning the wait
into an eternity.
I see your tired body
in an expensive coffin,
and I do not quite understand
why you are there.
Everyone cries for you,
I cry out for you,
I ask you to come back,
and you no longer hear me.
Strangers embrace me
while my knees give way
and I bite my nails.
This grief is eternal,
I think.
This sorrow is eternal,
I think,
and for a while
I, too, would like to leave.
We turn the story around
to see whether the outcomes
might be changed,
but none of it works,
because you
are already gone.
Time stops
to forgive us,
and I with it.
I miss you,
and although it hurts less today,
I cry for you once more.
