... and only broken sentences
lost words amidst your '... I don't know..'
and mine '... but so..'
silences too bitter to be listened
words too hard to be accepted.
And who know if you also love me
sometime I think to be sure
sometime it seems all a joke
And days and days spent chasing each other
between a feel close and an escaping away,
always in flight, looking for,
a nightfire believed a fay.
And everything is passed,
and everything is gone,
waiting for words that I will not hear,
waiting for words that you will not say,
and everything is passed,
and everything is gone,
or just everything is changed,
in this vague, subtle pain,
in this black melancholy flower,
that surround us,
that sustain us.
And I miss you, my little friend,
I miss those silences which overwhelmed the heart,
I miss those glances--which were nothing, and everything,
of that building ourselves, day after day,
made of so many little snow crystals.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Phaestian, in the year 244 AF.