Night
A poem
The night,
silent,
black
deep, huge
the night
it’s everywhere,
here, there,
yesterday, now,
far and near
the night
deep predatory beast
of dreams, people, happiness
desires, illusions
and lives,
this night
it is not like other nights,
I miss the stars
the silences that used to live inside me,
tonight
everything sleeps,
except for me, my memory
of your face, your name,
your smell,
the soft words
you whispered in my ear,
tonight
you didn’t come back,
and I,
I’m stuck with the memories
of your pure, white smile,
and I’ll never be able to feel it again
like someone who sprouts
discovering something new, every moment,
tonight,
won’t bring new days,
only the silence of longing
and flames of eternity,
tonight
when death
did not give in,
neither withdrawal nor retreat
when it claimed your life,
I feel lost without you,
and all the days that follow,
it will be night.
Rolando Andrade, 2025
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This lays heavy on the heart. The sense of loss is huge and the chaos it brings when you don't know what to do... beautifully written.
In my opinion, 'Night' is the best poem you have written. It's a deeply impassioned cry from the heart about a departed lover who is not likely to return, (did she die?) even though the speaker had dearly hoped she would. The sense of loss, of night taking everything that's truly previous, is real and visceral. Good work, Rolando.