To July

           It's been seven hours and fifteen days
           Since you took your love away
                Sinead O'Connor - Nothing Compares to You


It's been since then five hours and thirteen days,
which have been passing by their uneventful ways
and seemingly dragging away the sense
of your existence...

Surrounded by your admiring sentinel,
our glances met once more and I could read "farewell"
in the mourning alert, foreboding gleam of your eyes -
perhaps just as a disguise...

"You should end up believing in predestination" -
that's what the logic tells me in its crude dictation, -
"the life’s paths of you both'll never cross again," - 
sounds its refrain...

Poor looser! how little you know of human hearts,
from which their ardour, once impressed, never departs:
being etched in them, it changes them forever,
denouncing "never"!...

The sad monotonicity of whispering raindrops
merging with passing days and their abandoned hopes,
all but just one - my feelings trying to foretell:
it wasn't a "farewell".   

Let every dawn proceed one closer step towards you -
believing that one day it'll show up in my view -
this apparition of yours - which in my swift daydreams -
I catch a blissful glimpse!

                July 14 '2022