Love is So Short, Forgetting is So Long (Pablo Neruda)

 

And I walked

With my shoes taken

Away

In the day

Through the nights

And made

A path

 

Where secretly

Shadows found time

To rest alone

As I walked passed

By

 

A scarecrow

Hung the sun

Hung the moon

Upon its hat

For memories to fear

Remembering

What I should

Had

Forgotten

 

And I walked

Without my shoes

Secretly

So not to scare

The sun

The moon

Hanging upon

The shadow

Of the scarecrow

 

November 7, 2023

© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2023