Letters to a man for whom I felt something

“Forget my name.”

I wish I could, but it is well imprinted in my brain.

You act like I am the first one to destroy your faith.

And before you complain, history remains.

It will stay no matter where we sit in the globe of our hate.

A whole world of it, but still,

How far can we escape?

It’s documented in every mistake we fear we would make,

Documented in your face,

In my eyes that search for a similar stare to the one you gave,

In your lips that curse every word,

Every vow that broke,

In the reflexes that follow when you see someone with the same eyes that haunt you,

In your voice that broke that one night on the phone.

The day it changed into a lower tone than before.

I sing the praises.

I have written one thing for a million different reasons,

With each its own meaning.

Each time it is repeated,

Letters to a man for whom I felt something.

I have said everything that one can say for a feeling that left a trace.