(written while listening to "Una Mattina"- by Ludovico Einaudi)

Just forget me, cause you already did

by inventing me the moment you saw me

Not that face of solid stone cut rigidity

But those eyes

Glancing at you

Uncovering the darkness in your moves

Too realistically hollow

Embracing your well-accepted disappointment

In being

Glancing through others at your own mind

Too full to mirror darkness back.

 

Just don’t tell me you were surprised

With the lack of artifice or too much of it

In a repetition of banalities gone real

You saw nothing as did I

Yet you forgot me along the way

And invented those eyes

Mirroring your darkness back.