Even As I Fade

STILL ON THE SAME VIEW

 I lost the charm of my eyes

and the taste of my heart,

I started earning pennies

and slowing down my steps.

I don’t have enough left,

I can’t retain the ingredient,

and through me pass threads of time,

with open veins,

with forgotten memories,

with misspoken words

that reopen wounds

and push the awaited arrival further away.

For the paths have closed,

and the dark side came to life,

making the body

its own farewell.