Twenty-four

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Twenty-four

I think I did love you.

I’m not sure I ever did.

Yet I know I did.

I could try to be sad

But why?

I don’t remember loving you.

They say I did.

They say I gave you all of my heart.

They say we had a life.

I could try to be sad.

The memory of our lives

Has gone by.

Under the stars, I wonder if I

Should be sad.

I don’t remember.

It was too hard.

Losing you was, they say,

Never in our plans.

I could try to be sad,

I could cut these flowers and

Throw them up in the sky to

Watch them fall like our love fell.

But I am not sad.

I know I loved you.

The pain was too deep.

My mind sailed away.

And now I’m back only to

Find out that I forget

How much I cared.

I could try to be sad, I could

Try to cry under the stars, but they

Say it was your choice. I think

I loved you. Maybe I still do. Do I?

I don’t know.

I could try to be sad for what we had.

My mind is lucid now. It went to Hell

And back. I could try to salvage what we had,

But why?

You left.

I could say: The stars are beautiful, my love.

Let’s go and sit outside.

I could ask: Why do your eyes shine so brightly?

Is it to make my heart this happy?

But I have forgotten what it was to love

In such a way.

I could take your hand and caress it around my face.

I could take your tears and dry them with my skin.

I could write about the time,

That I don’t remember now,

You gave me a ring under

The rain, kissing me and

Asking me to always stay.

I could write about many things,

But I’m not sad.

I don’t love you anymore.

But in days gone by, maybe I did.

This is the last time

I kiss you goodbye.

My hand and my pen will no

Longer meet with your name

In mind.

This is my last prose to you.

I promised my beating heart,

That the one who called herself

For so long

The love of my life,

Would be out of my head at last.

Did this really happen to us?

©2012 Cassandra Huidobro