Maybe I've not woken up br so promptly. br Maybe I've not silenced br so prudently. br Maybe I've never listened to you. br br 'The deep cut br is not the only pain br felt in this world. br Do something lovely, br otherwise, I get confused.' br br I hear the orchestra play. br It announces tragedy br which I persisted in not to remember; br however, the symphony describes that day: br too many suspended melancholies in the air. br br I asked you not leave like this br and you asked me to be courageous. br And suddenly, the explosion took you from me br as well as from your pleasurable love. br How can I go on without one for whom I came? br br Regretting is out of time br – empty thing, rather unstable. br Staring at the sky, I remember the words of yore: br 'the dawn is so admirable br after the night goes away.