Poem by Manolis Aligizakis
LOSS
The years I risked
under the spell of the moon
for that lone kiss
March daffodils
autumn chrysanthemums
why have you bloomed?
Now at the edge of
the train station platform
a step forward would mean
an opportunity left behind
and I try to grasp the purpose
of my life based on the speed
of passing time as I stand
opposite the melancholy of
the eternal understanding
no more train whistles
just dust and that
lost kiss
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