Even If.

It is only when you discover words

that we create and phrases whose meaning

only we can understand that you believe

that there is something worth living for.

I could write a library

and yet miss out on what I had forsaken

and what remains of the rubble

and the castles that we built.

Now that you come down

from the mountains of the past

the present becomes real and you want

to climb again with me.

No one will narrate our story

except the stars that shine

and the moon that leaves an empty path

the trail of absence.

Out of each other we make

a mirror to speak to ourselves

of our fears our grieves, our doubts

and the balloons we blow to celebrate

every moment that we wished.

Now you have encircled the boundaries

I should never want to cross

for you will always be so near even if

so far away.

Alfred Grech

29-09-2019