Still, the memories assault me
With the unforgiving force of a hurricane
The invisible wound
Inflicted so long ago
Feels so recent and raw as a moment ago
Love is so short but forgetting so long
The eternal wisdom of Neruda’s lines
Ring painfully true
In my mind’s ears.
Along the corridor
By our classroom
You still stroll by smiling at me
With the smile
I still believe, is the loveliest
of the whole universe.
You, my love, still take up
So much space in my heart’s abode
That there’s hardly any room
Left for another.
Anything but blank.
Infinite.
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