Once

Dida. The pendulum clock. Swaying.

Hitting hard on my heart

Your eyes

tender like the wild beasts

on the wall.

You hold a torch and light me up

Then put me out

A swarm of ants outside our window

Sniffing the smoke of passers-by

You smoke too.

How can I embrace you

A man with shattered moon

There’s a smell of paint in the wind

Proudly washing the years without days

A train on the horizon

Whimpering and ripping out the past

Once

We were new insects on the grass

With childhood in our young wings

We were two shadows without light

The moment of mutual warmth

Vanish as a blur of film

“Once”

I will be swallowed by memory

If I make a sentence like this again.