Reportaz Poem by Constantinos Grigoriadis

It was on a July morning.
The piece of paper was inside a bottle at the end of the dock and read:

I am sorry
Diamonds are forever.
Human life is not.

I had the idea to dive,
to find something special for your birthday.
It was deep water and I risked my life just for you.
I remember.
I was so happy.
The pearl that I found was unique, as your eyes are.
I remember.
I offered my present with my best smile on my face.
You opened the small box and you told me
Thank you sweetie, that's nice but,
you know...
'Diamonds are always women’s best friend.'


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This is maybe a real story,
or a bad dream,
maybe a romantic fairytale,
or just a romantic story with a bad end.

P.S.
Yesterday they found a dead diver in deep water.
He had held tightly, a pearl in his hand.