He knows what to say before he came,
"ive heard myself say it
even before all this has happened."

Finishing up her fancy coffee, she straightened
her dress.
with a clear tone, "goodbye" she whispered
and never looking back went on her solitary way
up the steet leading to her house.

Silently they both went on their way
as if october never happened
november a dream
december, just a holiday. an excuse for family reunions
and drinking sprees that would help them mend their broken ways.
they both promised to be good, this year, and the year after that.
dreams are for dreamers.
and they pretend not to be sleeping, when everything is floating.
a lightheadedness taht you only suffer when you are flying.
instead they go on their way, grounding themselves with work
and many other things not even relevant to their lives.

he refuses to remember. in vain...

when every morning is suffering silence
a letter never returned
left unopened
or unsent.

memories indeed come back with a vengeance.
cold blooded as last nights chilling breeze
which makes him think of her more,
a resilient thought more painful than usual.
The memory of her skin still sends a thousand fantasies
launching inside his head like last years fire works
brilliant smoldering flames of emotions
still burst inside him like gunshots from this new year.

when every song is a kiss on his lips
gentle
fading

when every whisper is a calm breeze.

he knows that all of it will never return.

"i know how to say goodbye" he told himself
many, many times.


But please tell me,

how can i forget?