Honor the absence
Målning: Caspar Wolf |
aren´t really here.
They are here, all of them,
the boys in the band,
the singer, the drummer,
you, yourself at twenty,
the dancer, the princess.
The man you married,
all the long walks,
all the sighs at night
sinking in deep green.
The man in Denmark,
you know who I mean.
They live in the absence,
as they did when you first met,
according to Mr Lacan.
Honor the departures,
the shades of love,
the sinking sun, the rising,
the many moments
of eyes meeting eyes,
unforgettable eyes,
they still speak of something
unspeakable.
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