ICARUS

And absence aches, again.

Different, this time.

Truer.

More lethal.

It slides on my skin like blade.

Faded recollections

useless memory.

The dream vanishes away

and the roughness of reality

makes me its prisoner again.

Not even you understood

that I only wanted to be Icarus,

that I wanted to fly

and fly

and graze the sun

even though for an instant.

You didn’t understand

and ripped my wings off.