Love Is So Short And Forgetting So Long

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write, for example: “The night is full of stars and the stars are trembling blue in the distance”.

The  night wind swirls  in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

I loved her  and at times she loved me too.

On nights like this I had her in my arms.

I kissed her  so many times under the endless sky.

She loved me and sometimes I loved her too.

How could I not have loved  your big staring eyes?

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

To think I don’t have it. Feel like I lost her.

Hear the immense night, more immense without it.

And  the verse falls into the soul  like dew in the field.

So what if my love couldn’t protect her?

The night is starry and  she is not with me.

That is all. In the distance, someone sings. Far.

My soul is not content  with having lost it.

To keep her close, my gaze seeks her.

My heart seeks  her and she is not with me.

The same night that clears the same trees.

We, those of then, are  no longer the same.

I don’t love her anymore, it’s true, but as much as I loved her.

My voice sought the wind  to touch his ear.

From another. It will be another. As before my kisses.

Your voice,  your clear body. His endless eyes.

I don’t love her anymore, it’s true, but maybe I do.

Love is so short and forgetting so long.

Because on nights like this  I had her in my arms,

My soul is not content with having lost it.

Even though this is the last pain it causes me,

And these are the last verses I write

Pablo Neruda.

It’s over and it doesn’t exist anymore. This pain feels eternal and it is devastating. But it’s not like that, it just happened to teach you. You just have to climb another mountain, another obstacle that life has placed in front of you.

Dislove is a pit as deep and painful  as a cell split with disillusionment. Hues, distances, bitter flavors…

But with people we have to stop loving, we must learn many things. Among others, what we do not want in our life and what we do want.

Love and disaffection make us, precisely, to know our deep self. The one where we don’t pay attention to everyday life, which we leave in the background because it doesn’t seem that important to us.

In the beginning, when we don’t believe what is happening, we think that everything is a dream and that there are still ways to recover what we lost. Overcoming this stage is a game with self-love.

Later, it may be that anger overwhelms us; the anger, the need to look for those responsible who could have explained to us that everything could go wrong. Then, if we keep an active attitude, sadness, pain, and our need to mourn the loss will come.

But there will come acceptance of farewell and, with it, the liberation of the soul. Love is so short and forgetting so long… that on nights like this, our interior will be content to have lost them…

Because when you really love and when you put your heart on what you feel, the most normal thing is to leave scars.