Softly the bird hovers
The tea is in the mug
Slowly, the curtains open
The sky emerges
The sea is tranquil
I pack up this house
Everything about those books
Are memories
Poetry books and History books
All lined up
Waiting to be read again
How can I bear to take them out of view?
These books stood the test of time
When everyone left
I took out Neruda's Love poems
Remembering your face
when you
gave it to me
We saw the movie Il Postale
You loved Neruda as much as I did
Still-- I love you & Neruda
Like breathe itself
Packing it away now
I have my memories
Stronger than life itself.
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