Before everything, I do not love you
as if there was never after
as if before, not waiting,
seeing you coming, breathless
you were already far from me
Far from me in your unreliable ways
without colour or sound
as warring countries never agree
their fields divided by borders,
not a river or a volcano in sight.
Far from you is far from me
your presence is close to nothing
and the sun is the color of clay
on calm days roots divide
silence is only silence
without music or courage.
Courage is a street
smooth, without stones
nothing tender runs through it
no feet, no lips
we stay in the boundary of a past
wide open, determined
you detach a wisp of tomorrow
to dissipate only once, in peace.