A Beautiful Memory

Perhaps one day you’ll come to stand beside me,

Ask how I am, look sadly into my eyes.

I do not know what state I’ll be in then,

I’ll face you silently, with quiet sighs.

Before my eyes those looks will pass once more,

The breath of spring, the playful drifting breeze,

The first sweet words of love we spoke before—

All, all will call me back to memories.

Now do not let my heart burn anymore,

For everything is buried in the past.

That innocent, secret love of yours

Lives only in the letters that will last.

I stand beside you, staring on in wonder,

No strength to speak, no chance to say a word.

What could I say, what would I even utter?

I ask of you, as troubled and disturbed.

With a faint smile you say, “I’m doing fine,”

And know, for me that answer is enough.

Though days and months and even years may pass,

You’ll live within my heart, deep and tough.

I know we have so many things to say,

Yet still our tongues refuse to break the air.

Do not torment your heart, please, anyway—

Our paths were meant to part by fate’s affair.

Now comes the time to say our last goodbye,

We slowly walk in opposite directions.

And deep inside, from distant spaces, I

Whisper: secret love survives separations.