Flavia Cosma
	Eventually I'll be forgetting you, Eventually- When the thin thread of grass Snaps in two. I'll be forgiving you Eventually- When time, like a sponge, Erases your image From my heart's wall. The golden-feathered bird Was never ours to have. On a deep and bleeding wound We scattered bitter words, A salty, burning load. The moon hides; the night darkens, Heavy mists whirl far into an abyss; Moist, the earth smells Of mint leaves. Under heavy rain drops Frail lily-white flowers genuflect, Their faces in the dust. Life carries us forward, Eventually-