And after so many years,
the world slides off my shoulders.
Elephants collapse
turtles flee --
pink evenings,
valleys and mountains,
Wednesdays and Sundays;
all, all is lost.
Believe me --
earth is flat, and the ocean,
well,
spills over the edge.
And after so many years,
you say, "My love is yours."
What colossal weight --
please,
not another word.
The autumn roads we traveled
led us here
to a graveyard in my chest.
Buried there
my heart --
please,
not another word.
