I was All the Broken Hearts

I was all the desolations one could ever have,
all the distance of loneliness
one could ever walk,
without being two
without being with you,
without being able to converse to his echo.

I was all the broken hearts,
all who were thirsty,
on this burning sand
all the perching lips trapped
in the sandglass of these hours
these grimacing clusters
of thorny shrubs of shapes,
this barbed drought
these incurable thirsts.

I was all the friends who've turned to icicles
in the winters' nights,
hovering over
rainspouts of this town

I was all the poems never written,
all the moths of ardour who've burned
on the candles of your lips
on the lanterns of not kissing you,
all the farewell never voiced,
all the unwoven threads of silk,
forsaken
in the threadbare bobbin of these days,
all the ‘I love you' s never spoken.
all the sorrows never articulated.

I was all the white lilies of laughter
moonlighted the night tide.
I was all the beautiful women
withered in the dry spell of love,
all the hearts that I've ever seen bleeding,
all the roses
that I could smell?
though never could stitch their wounds.
I was all the childhood candies
that I've thrown away
for they were not divided fair
were never given with real care,
all the pieces of my heart
which have split with those candies.

I was all the swollen pride
all the feelings crumbled
all the truth scrambled
all the dreams trampled
all the effervescing verses
bottled and corked in silence.

I was all the clouds of words
never rained
never poured
never

burst into tears.