I keep you in a corner of my memory,
in the room of my eternal desire.
With tears I live your silence
without knowing the pain that your forgetfulness left in my chest.
Beloved of a few moments,
high-flying butterfly,
that grief does not kill you
how your love killed me
for the whim of a moment.
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Own poem,
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