Wednesday’s Child
20 January, 2011
I was out very early that morning.
It was still very dark.
London is even more lonely at that time.
Just a minute earlier,
I was on the side of your bed
Laying a finger on your shoulder,
Exposed in its nude roundness, to the night.
And you smiled, still in a happy dream.
And then, everything of you, knew everything.
We did work all night long
For your music
And the happiness did run through our veins and nerves
Like toys scattered on the floor.
Making love was only a mean to an end
Because we won against the time
And we were won within our time.
Those dark shades that I saw at dawn
Never would have known
What we were
And the noise I had inside, that quiet morning
Now we could have died.
Be complete.
As the heaven we knew then.
Could only be dispersed in the light
For pieces of life, that we were,
Nothing more than candle wax melt in the dark,
Scenting of time and ends.
So, now I see you going serene.
I keep my eyes down, still.
Not to be looking at you.
For the only affairs protecting me
Aren’t memories, certainly.
Because I made of us the only reason
And now I have to deal with this dark times
Of your absence, that stabs me straight into my marrow.
And then, I always pretend to know nothing anymore, about you.
Alex di Martino
