I.
the theory is
if you move away
they won't die
the theory is
if you don't love
you will never get your heart broken
the theory is there was
one shooter in a sunny day in Dallas
one God created the heavens
one big bang then a million stars...
one love for a life time
it's never the theories, not really
it's the outcomes
graveyards are filled with outcomes
summer skies are dotted with balloons and kites
or they use to be when I was young
II.
in the end, it's all empty
everything dies, everything fades
I from you, you from me
it's the symmetry of things
in 1963 the nuns
had us pray for the president
Pluto was still a planet
mom always told me everything would be alright
the nuns are gone
the president didn't make the cut, our or children's prayers didn't
Pluto fell from the sky, or was abandoned
does it really matter?
in the end everything goes, fades,
turns up missing
I from you,
you from me
I miss the thought of you already
and I will miss this world and you
when I find myself fading as a memory
someday
until then though,
I will hang on to you
the memories of you
the light in your eyes
the smile
then when my memories fade
and I slip to the grave
I will truly have a reason to be gone
the theories will be over
the only fact remaining
that I loved you
but that may only be a theory, I have told no one
III.
of coarse there is that theory
that there is a judgement
a theory, that we will all come back
there is that theory
if you choose to believe it
I can only be sure
of how I feel
in this now, this 3 a.m.
in this alone, this dark, this silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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