L'addio

With the end of summer
like in a novel, the heroine
truly lived as a prisoner.
With you behind the window, we watched
the swallows darting up high, straight up
now and then a kite
in the curved air tilted that time
that lets go, that lets go.
The hydrogens in the sea of oblivion.

From a crack in the door, I spied on you in the room
a scent filled my soul
and a light took its place on top of the palms.
With you behind the window, we watched
the swallows darting up high, straight up
along country roads
we were good
out of pride, you shouldn’t
let me go, let me go.

Now and then a kite
in the curved air tilted that time
that lets go, that lets go
the hydrogens in the sea of oblivion.

When I left home
I faked a ridiculous cheerfulness
as kids were coming out of school.
Behind the station, on top of a bus.
The goodbye.