Poem of the Week: If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exixts,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of your that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my  life,
and you decide to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me, 
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing extinguished or forgotten, 
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in you arms
without leaving mine


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