Who knows

Un poema anacrónico…

Memories from the past, just crumbling away

Getting up early, going to bed late.

Flashbacks to a «could be»,

Thinking of lost tears in me.

No wonder I chose to leave that alternate ending

Friends live forever and love without hurting.

You are not a scar for you did not hurt me

You are a star in someone else’s sky.

The sun can shine in your face, leaving you blinded

Yet at night the moon comforts all of those watching.

Who knows what lies in this path ahead

Maybe they’ll cross, maybe they’ll run along.

He who forgets is destined to remember,

I hope I’ll never see you sad, girl.

One can forget dates and numbers,

Like birthday’s and moments.

But I will never forget that face

That lights up the whole space.

Good luck, beautiful feather,

I’m here for whenever.

Nick Brandt ©