Love is So Short, Forgetting is So Long...
Tonight I can write the most sorrowful verses.
I can write, for instance: “The night is starry,
and the blue stars are shivering in the distance.”
The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the most sorrowful verses.
I loved her and, sometimes, she loved me back.
On nights like tonight I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes, I loved her back.
How could I have not loved her big, still eyes.
Tonight I can write the most sorrowful verses.
To think that I do not have her. Feeling I’ve lost her.
Hearing the immense night, even more so without her.
And the verse falls on my soul like dew on the grass.
It does not matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That is all. Someone is singing in the distance. In the distance.
My soul is not content having lost her.
As if they could reach her, my eyes try to find her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, the ones from before, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, true, but how I once loved her.
My voice sought the wind to touch her ear.
Another’s. She will be another’s. As before she had my kisses.
Her voice, her pale body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.
Because on nights like tonight I held her in my arms,
My soul is not content having lost her.
Though this be the last pain she causes me,
and these will be the last verses that I write for her.-Pablo Neruda-
It’s finished, there’s nothing left. That kind of pain seems eternal and it’s heartbreaking. But nothing is, it has only come to teach you something. You just have to climb another mountain; another obstacle that life has placed before you.
Indifference is so deep and painful, like a shared cell with disappointment. But we can learn many things from the people we have to stop loving; what we do and do not want in our lives.
Love and heartbreak are precisely what make us get to know ourselves deeper. The one you do not pay attention to in everyday life, the one we put second because it doesn’t seem as important.
At first, when we do not believe that it’s happening, we think that everything is a dream and there are still ways to catch up. Overcoming this phase of playing yourself rather than loving yourself.
Later, we may be flooded with rage, anger and the need to find responsible people to explain to us where we went wrong. Then the sadness, pain and our need to mourn the loss comes.
But accepting the farewell will come along and with it, comes the liberation of the soul. Love is so short and forgetting is so long. Because when you truly love someone and put your heart into what you feel, it is normal to come out scarred.
