Qualcosa di Lei

Something about
Her, there's something about Her
that remains lost
because it slipped away.
Now it's mine,
I don't think it will come back
to take it away.
I believe not.
the magazines,
a to-do list
and undo.
Because
above it says:
"better forget"
I believe directed at me,
undoubtedly
right at me.
The bottle of a certain perfume
that breathes like me,
above it says
"Clouds over you"
And it smells like rose
but
rose is no more.
She left
with her eyes and leaves the pencil,
a little lipstick,
a broken watch and a handkerchief.
I believe that, deep down,
they are signs of her spite,
she says:
"that's how you are, you don't serve me anymore"
Then there's more:
the box with talcum powder,
intoxicating and white lily of the valley.
What a thorn here,
in my side!
she says: "that's how you are,
dust and nothing more"
other things about Her:
in a book a leaf
and a goodbye thought,
in a note that
says,
directed at me:
"You were my love"
And then, there's more,
the dawn-colored slip.
Cotton bows
raspberry-flavored candies.
And transparent plastic,
careful for when it rains,
I hope it won't rain
otherwise it will get wet...
There's a teddy bear
it used to be sweet
now it scorns me.
There's a bit of silence,
but the beating of the heart obsesses me
nails for hours and hours,
portraits of sad love.
she says: "That's how you are, you don't hold me anymore"
oh!
but come on!
The world is lonely...
and She didn't remember
to have forgotten me..
we are distracted...