Poem 1

And… Why? I don’t know.

Who are you?
Where are you?
What do you look like?
And… Why?

Not one day goes by without me thinking of you,
without me asking about you.
Day after day I dream of you.
I imagine you physically and personally.
I invent your thoughts, your illusions,
your fears, your pains.
I see our possible encounter
and I guess your reactions.

But these illusions fade away
when these questions cross my mind:
Are you close or far away? Are you even in this world?

However, I am sure that wherever you are,
there’s no day that goes by without you thinking about me,
without you wondering about me,
Who am I?
Where am I?
What do I look like?

-FL- June 1998

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