Poetry

in the act of choosing
 
like the cosmos above and around us
the past between us is studded with
memorables that sparkle so plain to see
luminous points separated by a vaster void
the cold dark matter of what could have been
but was not to be
the now is what we are left with
everlasting and finite
the past between us is done
never completely gone
in the act of choosing to remember
you and I have Hobson’s choice
to pick the cold quintessence of what was not
or the piercing feelings that we once shared//
 
renato
tuesday 24 april 2012