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In fondo però questi miei congressi riservano delle sorprese (oltre alla connessione wireless in camera). Un medico che citi una certa canzone, canzone bellissima e terribile che non conoscevo e che sono appena andata a ricercare. Direttamente dal thread PICS + POEMS
PrologueThe fear that I would
come home one day and find you gone has turned
into the pain of the
reality.
What will I do if it happens?
What will I do now
that it
has?
DenialI know our time together
is no more.
Then why do words
come to mind that call you back?
Why do I plan lifetimes
that include you?
Why do I torture myself
with love
I never felt while you were here?
IsolationThe layers I have put
around the pain of your going are thin.
I walk softly through life, adding thickness each day.
A thought or a feeling
of you cracks the surface;
a call to you shatters it all.
I spend that night in death
and spin the first layer of life
with the sunrise.
AngerI'm past the point of going quietly insane.
I'm getting quite noisy about it.
The neighbors must think I'm mad.
The neighbors,
for once,
think right.
BargainingI know, I know it was time for us to part
but today?
I know I had much pain to go through,
but tonight?
DepressionI am missing you
far better than
I ever loved you.
AcceptanceI shall miss loving you.
I shall miss the Comfort of your embrace.
I shall miss the
Loneliness of waiting for the
calls that never came.
I shall miss the Joy of your comings,
and the Pain of your goings
and,
after a time,
I shall miss
missing
loving
you.
HopeAnd through all the tears
and the sadness
and the pain
comes the one thought
that can make me
internally smile again:
I have
loved.
(When We No Longer Touch -- A Cycle of Songs for Survival; lyrics by Peter Williams, music by Kris Anthony. It was written in remembrance for those who have died of AIDS)
