Jaumear

I’m going to open a new section dedicated to poetry. From now on, friday becomes the poem day in www.jaumear.com.

I inhale a mouthful of sadness.
Dense,
heavy,
almost liquid.
It slips into my organism.
Slowly.
Savoring me.
Palace defenses fall.
It is too late, it always is.
There is so much I want to say,
do, delete, redo.
Or just be.
¿What has happened?
¿When did all matter no more?
No difference made whatever I do, I say,
I think,
feel,
shout or struggle.
I lost but I didn’t die.
The defeated soldier knows no glory
and oblivion’s worst part is to be the only one who remembers.
I just wanted to love you.
You, just to forget me.
Poor luck the gods picked for me.
No more common jokes,
the orange blinking has been wiped out
from the computer’s screen: new message.
No more Imissyou,
ifyouwerehere or akissforyoutoo.
A void fills the place of the previous all.
Sweet words flew away
and there is only left on my lips
the burning of yours.
I stare melancholic the infinite kiss
living inside an image in jpeg.
I would rather go back there than remember,
but my lungs are on fire.
I exhale the mouthful of sadness.
Dense,
heavy,
full of yearning.
I just wanted to love you.
Maybe I can only achieve that from oblivion.

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