The ballad of the mists

Your lips are gagged by your last breath, closed like a stone coffin that will never open again. There will rest the winter music of your voice, the ballad of the mist of your throat, the promises you dedicated to all those who believed in you. Your eyes twist, your gaze fades, your eyelashes close like curtains that separate the two doors that led me to the interior of your soul, the key has been lost among our leaden tragedy. I will never see your eyes again, you will never see mine again. I will see other eyes again, but you will never see again not even yours.

Winter 2010, wednesday 18th.