Oyeme

Listen to me:
Let's talk about goodbye...
Your way of leaving
made us feel
like a violin bow
stuck in a sparrow.
Save me,
because last night I understood
that a song is short
to be able to cry
the desperation
of so much loneliness.
Listen to me,
you have to listen to me!
If yesterday I could talk
I thought in profile,
now that you're not here
I can't think of you.

I won't be able to cry
anymore,
and by crying
you won't come back anyway.
That's why I scream my desperate pain
like kneeling in the tenderness of the past.
Because the past is a wheel of questions
that leaves me with my hands always together,
asking... why?
If not being able to cry is to understand
that you won't come back...

It was in April
the year, why?
The afternoon was gray,
it was raining here too
a violin's cry
and a paper verse.
Enough! How easy to understand
that April can come back,
that the sun has returned already,
that it will rain again
and you won't come back!

Listen to me.
You have to listen to me!
No matter how much the night can be cruel,
everything is the same here
and I will wait for you the same.