Everything Carries Me To You

8 zero 8 Poetry

Photo by Quaritsch Photography on Unsplash

I want you to know how
my love is a vessel
A ship that carries me to you

If I look at the orange moon,
at the red prickly branch,
at the slow summer
outside my window.

If I touch the fire that burns
or it’s impalpable ash,
or the charred part
of a burning cinder.

All of that and everything,
carries me to you.

As if everything that exists;
aromas, light, and sounds
these were little boats
sailing toward those
isles of yours
that wait patiently
for me to come ashore.

Yet if little by little
you stop loving me.
I shall stop loving you
little by little.

If you slowly, begin
to forget about me,
then suddenly remember
that I was once yours.
Do not look for me,
for I shall already
have forgotten you.