There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year’s course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word ‘happy’ would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.
It was one of those days
during one of the weeks
of the month I never got out of bed.
I came here to forget,
to forget you, to forget how much
I love you, to fall out of love
no matter how long it would take.
I came here for separation
from one into two again.
To rediscover the parts
of me, lost in us, that are
still me, not attached to you.
If I had held anything back,
the pain would still be the same.
But I was trying to forget, not remember
our first rainy Sunday morning
in bed wrapped in a rainbow
of unending joy.
Now in this empty nest of sheets
and pillows I can find no comfort,
from my memory of you,
there is no escape.