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
