62. I should have picked another corner, or another title

"I love you in a place

where there's no space or time

I love you for my life 

you're a friend of mine

 And when my life is over

remember when we were together 

we were alone and I was 

singing this song to you"

Leon Russell - A song for you

for every

fresh flower

on the grave 

of a late 

life partner

there are 

four wedding rings

lying 

in a pawn shop counter

but for every 

late sunday brunch 

at the new house

there's 

a fantastic story 

still unwritten

sleeping in the ink 

of a pen 

that was forgotten 

inside 

an unopened 

dusty moving box 

in the attic

I was a hoarder 

back in the days

but now

I tend to 

discard 

and let go

I feel

the less

the better

I stopped

at this line

as I'm writing

your image

just came 
across 

my mind

and I smiled 
at it

as usual

(though it's never 
the same one

sometimes is in 
silver glasses
and a bun
or
a big red ball of sweat
on a hot summer siesta
or 
a tired one after a nap
when the light hits you 
from above on the bed
in a gloomy room
or 
the grumpy morning face
about to have breakfast
or 
the serious one
in uniform
or 
the mocking face one
which is my favourite
I must say)

I smile

as if I remembered

a great punchline of a joke

and I think 

you don't take up my space

cause I don't keep you
storaged

in a box or a shelf

you are unpacked
and scattered
everywhere

you are the colours 

that colour these walls

the aroma

of coffee 

in my mornings

the soothing sound 

of a memory

still pounding 

with every heartbeat

with every tic tac 

of the clock

I take you 

not as a burden

but as a memento

I carry 

proudly

in my chest

where no one 

can see

or know

that reminds me

of your 

sweet existence

and 
that now 

that we are 

apart

you are

all 

around