the next time we see each otheryou will always remember my smell
but i cannot remember you anymore
no matter how hard you stare at me
i surely, will not recall, those moments
are long buried, those nights on the grass,
the sunrises that i mark in your eyes
water on your belly, dew on your ears
i will try to figure out who you are on those
long stares, perhaps i may remember, or
i know i can remember, but you know the rules,
there is now a big difference between i can't
and i won't, it is the distance between an opinion
and the conclusion, between a suggestion and
a decision
more than ripe and juicy, the fruits have turned
dry, more like raisins, under that hot desert sun.
i feed on memories, but i don't stick in there.
i go for springs and brooks, they do not stop to rise
and run passing the stones, not minding the banks.
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