Once

The wind walks away
With the songs of mine.
How oddly doing that,
Good for another thousand times
To bring them back,
To remind me
That once
We were in love.
Still dangerous thing to remember,
Playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning...
One way or another there is something cruel
About the feelings that live in the past,
For once
We were in love.

(Painting: George Barbier, USA)