SHAPE OF ABSENCE XXV
The distance lengthened between hands. People in love
don’t join hands anymore, not to reveal their lonely frost,
afraid that
the cry of absence might be heard from their joined hands.
They remain like that
as if in a dark tunnel gazing the opposite time
or the distant, vacant tables
that have changed shape and place to a solid silence.
Only
the alarm clock on the night table,
like the eye of an adult that has grown before its time,
shows a familiar time, unapproachable, already outdated;
and slowly-slowly death withers
like a unused forgiveness.
Manolis Aligizakis 