Our Last Waltz

(Dedicated to Thorsten) I see you crying while looking through your transparent soul, and while conceptualizing your words as a divine way to live. The red liquid that trickles down has a sweet foam to pack our feelings. The cup spills out the wine into a heart shape. I want to turn back in our time and die there. I need His infinite. I want, once again, to dissolve in it. At the tables around us, people are seemingly not thinking. They look like reflected into broken mirrors, on the walls. They become increasingly complacent... I bring the cup up to my lips and I drink the very cool wine. I drink it all until it is nonexistent. 'Tis a cup of sorrow. It scrapes my esophagus. The transparent liquid makes the truth be visible. 'Tis our untold truth. I want to lift my spirit. I am still forcing myself to dance our last dance in that chaotic rhythm of the dying seconds. Yes, I want you to embrace me. But the bar is full of hot human mouths covering the windows with a film of condensed steam and anarchic noises. Those mouths freeze instantly my wish... Some tears are dripping down your tristesse. I stand up straight for once and I leave the moment definitively and speechless. I chose the opposite direction to enter my part of the world, that world that has no sense without your love. I do not look back. I know that you watch me, and I know that this love is my life. Poem by Marieta Maglas