love's lifetime

Love’s Lifetime


Of the hundreds of photos I keep
in a lacquered box made in China,
there is none of you.

Once had one, but it hurt too much
seeing you, I tore it into small pieces
and threw them to the wind, the same
day as my almond tree shed its enchanting flowers.

Yet, when I look up to the morning sky,
if it’s blue with wooly, playful clouds,
that makes the heaven less stern;

I see your reflection it has a shadow of a smile.
Since I shan’t go up north,
where we first met, so many dreams ago,
you will forever look young.