Monologue Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

Love's ashes blown
By the wind of time;
Consumed in flames,
Now, —chastity her senses.
She lies in apathy,
Cold-shivered, and so empty…
In tears and sighs,
Her yearning heart
Profoundly aching:
‘To burst again in tongues of fire—
Do not dare! ' I whisper:
Obsessed with broken memories—
In pieces like her heart…
‘Forget them there,
Scattered in an induced amnesia,
Buried in impermanence
Like your beloved's heart:
It's time for another spring
To bloom its flowers in your heart! '
She casts my thoughts away,
But I guide them in the present,
And in a smile I catch myself again—
This little game I play!
A glimpse into the moment and around,
Brings back myself to now.