WASTED YEARS
I wish the years I lived not loving you
could be restored to me,
years unrecalled as if unknown,
the years I lived without you.
River that flowed over rocks,
river that never moistened grass,
water that the earth sucked into its dark depths
where each trace vanished.
I wish I could relive the wasted years
to love you ceaselessly with no end
to bestow on you my first love endlessly
from birth till my last breath.
I’ve graced you with half of my life,
and wish I had innumerable lives
to give you, to love you as I should,
to repossess my wasted years and you.
Manolis Aligizakis 