I Am, Letting Go. Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Your shadow leaned against my feet, holding me, like a string holds a kite
from running away on the lips of a warm gust of wind, and I forgive you
in all these cliches you steal from me as poems, for I've never been able
to learn a proper way to forget you, just a way to turn you into another
language with different adjectives;

But as you were gone, all those smiles of yours that crept into my solitude,
were all silent, an unlikely trait that makes little sense to what, back then,
you proved to be, caught under a sky of trees, a woman made not so much
of flesh and skin but of ideas and adopted thoughts, so perhaps I did forget
something that belonged to you, that made you less improbable.