the body has changed a lot:
what it does before it ceases doing,
at first there is this surprise
but sooner things simmer like hot water
turning into a cold infusion,
you no longer lift your doubts about me,
whatever comes, you nod,
there is no more question as what to what happens next,
whatever is there, it is.
my fidelity to you is a creaking machine
it is the same sound though coming out from a
rusty mouth,
i tell myself i never change
even if you change, even if you leave earlier
i will still be here.
your body has transformed into its molecular state.
now i am marking each small bit with flowers.
i light a candle. the wind puts it off.
i leave with a sigh. How short life is.
How i have not proved myself.
How i have enjoyed life. How you suffered.
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