Here, was the centre of the universe

Your name left my lips to carve
eternal mark on the rocks,
I took my love and hid it underneath
where no one will see.

“One day, all of my regrets are going to kill me.”

I closed my eyes and the sand swallowed my toes.
There was saltiness on my fingertips
And I wanted to believe that the sea was mourning for us.
But as the sun rose, the horizon cleared and everything became light,
I had to turn away from the heaviness in my eyes.

I left you underneath the rocks, with flowers growing in between;
the sun, the sand and the sea as your company.
My steps were breadcrumbs, marking the sacred path.
I walked forward, resigned and heavy
to wait for the day when all the ghosts
will return for me.

"I love you."

I love you the most who
was the apple plucked from my eye.

There is a hole in my chest where you
laid your head once.
Sometimes I cover it gently with my hands,
but most times it is too enormous to bear.

"And that is all."

I remember touching your hand and
Your eyes came to life.
It felt like soft rain in my chest.
My skin used to carry this memory;
but no more.
I wish there is a way to go back, to recall, to see
even just an apparition of that dream;
where there was you, and I; the evening
that stretches forever
"And that is all."

Be silent, my love

My love is mute
And my anger a Hitler.

I can feel my love swelling up and around
Me, quietly rising like the sea.
A tsunami.

But I can hear all day long when my hatred
Breaks glasses, wrecks houses, scars skin
How my hatred
Burns the city.

I wish it is easier to speak about pleasant things
Like the warm feeling I get by being close to you
The kind of kiss we share that will never be like any other
The way you hold my hands and gently squeeze them
As if by doing that you can remember that your hands are still there.
The way you look into my eyes and tell me
That you need me, need me the most, the one and only
You need me to breathe and sleep and be.
And I will say I love you too.

I never have anything to say to these feelings.
Because my happiness is a mute
And my anger is a Hitler.