The world is collapsing every second.
What’s the point of keeping my day job?
Nothing I’m doing there can stop the suffering and tears of humanity.
I get up late
because I want to keep dreaming.
My mind creates a kinder reality there,
and I want to stay in it.
I feel more alive there.
I didn’t have time
to call you friend.
You were always around
wearing your smile.
Lucky me.
I shared some laughs
and enjoyed some talks
for brief moments.
Life is brief.
You built a circle of love,
and now that you’re gone,
no one is ever the same.
Good morning.
Wherever you are,
know you are missed.
I miss you.
I’m thinking
of your stories,
of your moments of kindness.
I remember you smiling.
Good afternoon.
All is forgotten
and forgiven
before your eternal sleep.
No more pills.
No more pain.
Just calmness
where peace awaits.
Good evening.
Your favourite dinner
is almost ready.
Time for a new story.
Maybe you’ll play
the guitar to sing
all the things
you couldn’t say.
Say your prayers.
Good night.
I saw you in my dream.
You were extremely sweet,
and friendly and kind.
A “you” I never met.
Your dark days were gone.
You could even speak French.
Though we didn’t speak,
I sensed you knew who I was.
I pretended it was
the first time I ever saw you.
Then you were leaving,
and I didn’t want you to.
I tried to have you in my life again.
I decided to let you go, though.
Let life flow.
Without you.
It felt right.
It was all a dream.
I know it wasn’t real,
but I wonder
if you remembered me in your own dream.
Few things we said,
few things we shared.
A common time and space
that escaped in a second.
The faith you lived for
has disappeared in me.
No memories left of
what it used to be.
Your image also faded
as you became ashes.
I can barely remember
the color of your eyes.
The sound of your voice
can’t be heard in my ears.
All the words are lost
and so are these memories.
But even when the wind
has taken everything away,
I know you’re somewhere
in my little heart.
I know I kept you there.
Every time I want you near,
I will dig deeper and feel
as if you were here.
The Words Unspoken Inside 