Ana Grigore

Will you remember

The sudden relief in giving up

Everything you held on to?

The phone be smashed against the wall,

Your soul be screaming 'enough!'

As the body flows through time,

All alone, a ghost of memories,

Haunting the town at night.

Will I be remembered

As the wind embracing our encontures?

A subtle whisper,

A gentle kiss on the forehead,

Unshared bodies, a language of their own,

Consumed by lack of meaning,

Impossibility

And substance;

How will I be remembered, if ever,

With eyes wide shut,

A harmonic sound,

Like in the music you used to sing?

I was never born,

So, please, make me!

Here you are, a bunch of cells

Arranging my cells,

Changing them,

New shapes and sizes,

I feel painted, I think I fainted,

And died multiple times before –

Who am I fooling?

I'm just a product of fantasies,

A dream you forget the moment you wake up,

Hoping to live eternally with his God,

Eternal recurrence

Of sudden rememberance.