A Song of Despair

by Pablo Neruda

The memory of you emerges from the night around me
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea

Deserted like the wharves at dawn
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one 

Cold flower heads are raining over my heart
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked

In you the wars and the fights accumulated
From you the wings of the song birds rose

You swallowed everything, like distance
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank

It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse…

 

Full poem here.

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You kissed me on the forehead
Now this kiss is giving me a concussion
We were love at first sight
Now this crush…is crushing
I retraced your steps through the city of romance lazily
I took to the desert with your harshest words
And they saved me

I’ll bail you out again
I’ve got the readies
I’m not a child, I know
We’re not going steady
Your pain’s gigantic, but it’s not as big as your ego
Promise not to abandon you, please let me go

This is just so..beautifully melancholic. It reminds me of the end of Lost In Translation when Bob and Charlotte say goodbye.