You may believe that you are
in love. And an intense joy may
fill you heart. And you may want
to thank the gods and celebrate.
But not until you you get rid
of that atrocious wound will you
find in your soul peace and be
able to breath again. I tell you.
What I say contradicts common
knowledge? Sure. I know that.
You want to say me wrong? I
don’t mind, will not be offended.
Don’t lie to yourself, man. Here is
the cure: erase from your memory
the image of her beautiful body,
forget her so sweet smile. Her loving
words? She is just a silly girl. Her
legs, her breast, her hands on your
face? And she walked gracefully at
your side on the streets of the big
city? Just a dream, I tell you, it never
happened. Say thank you to me, boy,
go to bed and try to sleep, moron.
J. E. Soice