Everything was already on its way Poem by Milo De Angelis

Everything was already on its way. From then to here. All
of time, luminous, skimmed across the lips. All
the breathing strung on the necklace. Lambrate's
shadows shut the door. The whole room
taken in, became the first heartbeat. The black
of your hair against the yellow of the last sunbeams.
From then to here. It was the first day of summer.
The silence filled our thoughts. Everything was
already on its way, from then on, everything was here, unique
and lost, ours and far from us, burning. Everything asked
us to wait for it, to return to its true name.