by James Miraflor (08.15.2006)
I
How do I say I love you?
Do I say it with my eyes closed,
so that I will not be able to see the disgust
in her face?
Do I say it with my ears covered,
so that I will not hear her retorts
and mocking sighs?
Do I not say it at all?
I don't know how to say 'I love you',
after this, I don't know really.
But I do know that I love her with each
breathe that sustains my pained soul.
I also do know that I love her with each
morning that passes without me
hearing her voice.
I remember that I love her with each
sip of coffee without her kiss on
the cup.
How can I not love her?
II
Better it is to forget you, I realized. Better
it is to not to know you anymore.
But better than that still is not to have known you,
I thought, and so I wished I never met you.
But maybe even better is not to have lost you,
so that you had always been here, with me.
I wish I could keep you, after this, and
then I could erase the silence of the past with the
with the music of my love.
Alas, I realize, that there are things that are not meant to be,
as there are things that had already been.
III
How do I say I love you?
1 comments:
i understand the pain of saying the 3 hardest words. i'm sure it earned its title for some reason and i bet a truthful and painful indeed...
to console you anyway, somethings are really not meant to be said, somethings are better left unspoken, somethings are there to be done - to be acted upon...
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