Leaving Love Hurts

The adventure ended. The best thing is to forget everything. A new winter, a new summer, a new evening… There was no dark-skinned stories nor very slowly old cars… You may pass under the old ladder, you may see the old black cat, you may also tell the old stories. I don’t care about you. Even you pass all the streets flying, even you call me at the top of the skyscrapers, even you overtake me from unwritten stories… I don’t care about you. Now, I’ve forgotten you as you want me to forget everything as easily as you wish… And summer stories which were rarely told as well… Night has never ended… You were always whispering, making different sentences one after another, your sunny countries… Nothing belongs to you… I have forgotten all about you… I remember neither your voice nor your eyes… Wooden doors, back doors, garden doors… They are as same as the closed stories like you and me… I am walking along the streets which I have never known before without you… We will never know what really happened, actually, nobody has known what happened in stories until now… We will not be different from usual. We will be two different passengers going away two different ways, one of us to the left, the other to the right…. We will be only an old sentence passed between us, as the pluperfect, we had been lovers once. Like the others. Neither 56th page nor 57th page, there will be no different end belong to us than others… Breeding canary birds at home, thinking about American literature history deeply or singing Italian songs perfectly as an Italian, nothing can change you, me or our end… Even we had been made the last sentence before all the sentences, we will be the lovers who going down the stairs, one to the left, one to the right… We have never had one direction… I have the tendency to leave you, I am a life funk, I am always as worried as one who is never able to be even a small town story around world stories, Let’s not do sums among us, I have no blond tresses, no brilliance…. No long stories… I haven’t been thinking of you in many stories, I haven’t been looking for your face in so many streets, I haven’t been breathing much more air with you, I haven’t loved you… I’ve got to come aboard… Neither right now nor before I have never looked for you, never waited for you… I don’t care you even now… This fear, this worry, this hurt will get better soon… Everything passes to old lives… Like the time before you… I only shut the door as you had wished at the beginning of the story… As you had wanted me to forget all about everything… I have forgotten. I have come aboard…