He saw you and to you
he walked smiling. Any
shadow in his soul, any
unforgotten pain, any
remorse? He believed
that you were the one who
could understand everything.
And talking to you, in his eyes
the light of hope and excitement
flared. He was not careful enough,
though. He was not paying attention
to you, all he could see was your
luminous face, your red lips, your
eyes: your external soul as he
imagined it. He was unable to
guess that inside you a fire was
burning, that pain and doubt
were the drive of your disturbed
soul. When you told you him to
go away after you have kissed
his hands he did not understand.
He left but forever he would be the
one who missed the opportunity.
(Feb. 23, 2014)