One by one you left
You, then you
Now, on this cold early hour
Of the morning memories
I translate everything you were
Into everything you meant
I should not live in the past, they say
I should move on, they say
“Get a life you mean,” I sigh
Like a double sash round my waist
I encode what they say to me
I decode what you mean to me
Being an adult is a long
Arduous marriage to life
And a long arduous affair with Death
One more from the vault, slightly cleaned up but not too much, because dust too, is a memory.
