Stupidity

Forever, you draw a curtain behind me,
between ghosts of loves forgotten,
to crucifix an April subdued,
which left back by previous months.

Always return to the site of fleeing,
where nobody expects you like me,
embedded in the bank to hide,
so you don't go back, never from my heart.

Surround me innocuously but always, either,
in these melodies that I hear,
'cause I remind you, occasionally to tease
your memory is here, a little and that's a lot.

The kisses wear out, as ever,
looking for other outlets, which are yours,
but to taste that keeps your provocation
not even the perfumed fragrance that sculpts.

Wine is alcohol, it does not hurt me
let's take these drops with which redeem its essence,
because the aftertaste gets topsy- turvy,
to savour you silent, in this absence.

Love un-snap by the weather,
confuse me yesterday less than today,
tell me not to return, tell me you've died
to extinguish finally your voice, my melody.

Stop questioning, hitting my asshole,
now, it no longer exists,
only a moment existed in your clairvoyance
executed by your aroma, your kisses, your presence
and left no traces, no noise, nor evidence.

And now I have left in sheer loneliness
between vague memories, and cries, inebriation,
your gift of goodbye passes slowly,
my way of tribute, to write these stupidities.