To Lose

In truth, there’ll always be

Another ‘everything’ to lose,

It is a lie that an eye that sees

Can run out of tears;

/

And a heart that beats

Is a heart that hurts;

The same mind that knows

Is the mind that errs;

And the warmest voice

Sometimes surely whispers

The coldest words;

/

In truth, there’ll always be

Another ‘everything’ to lose;

And it is a lie that the pain decreases

Or that one gets used to it;

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Still, a heart that beats

Is a heart that hopes;

And a mind that errs

Is a mind that learns;

And the coldest voice

Sometimes surely whispers

The kindest words;

/

In truth, there’ll always be

Another ‘everything’ to lose,

Till you’re naught but breath and a pair of wings,

Made of what was once

Your everything

The Translator

I tried to smile like you – less often –

And wear the uniforms you do;

I gave myself another chance to

Follow your common sense’s rules:

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I sat and learned for endless hours

To think your way and love your way,

I understood and spoke your language,

But never found a word to share;

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I watched you dream, and wished your beauty

Would touch but one string of my heart,

Yet, it remained alone and silent,

And started hurting as time passed;

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I’m sorry, none of this is for me;

Your aspirations won’t be mine;

What you call light I still call glitter,

What you call passion I call greed;

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I close your book and leave – I have to,

I have a place I want to be;

There are mistakes to make and lessons

To learn, and things to lose and gain,

And mountaintops to reach