Memento Poem by Cristina M. Moldoveanu

many years have passed she was only an absence
unexplained like a perfect ring of smoke
no one ever told me something until I understood
that her sandy blonde hair melted
in the dragonfly wedding season
she only leaned too much over the balcony
with her clothes heavier than fog
on an evening the color of milk coffee
with her eyes so deep like lilies in muddy waters
with her hands holding the city like a ball of yarn
a wounded dog carried in a blanket
amid out of fashion and unconscious gestures
the way the broken limb of a tree sways along the tree trunk
her words could still be heard broken and sharp
china shards under a sledge hammer

some people cried with trembling lips
hiding their tears in their fists
I could see only black masks through the thick smoke
they tried to forget that they were akin to death
it was exactly like in Goya's paintings
I looked over the fence
I thought that no one has the right to judge
why on earth was so much débris there
what were they trying to hide underneath
except for her engagement ring