After a while

What if I can no longer rhyme?

Write cheap lines like before?

Because everything turned squared

Because I forgot how to think

 

And yes, I remember

Like one remembers the sunlight

A sunflower, Van Gogh is expensive

Immersing in his paintings (a fake)

 

I fear oblivion (as always)

But I fear forgetting even more

I won’t forget someone

But maybe I’ll forget how to write

 

For silencing my voice is now trending

Repressing what makes me, well, me

 

Cheap lines I used to write

So easily like a blowing breeze

 

For you, darling, a warm hug

A hot cocoa or green tea

For me a glass of wine

Or a very strong coffee

A song for you, a melody

For me a poem and a symphony