Our Last Waltz Poem by Marieta Maglas

(Dedicated to Thorsten)

I see you crying
while looking through your
transparent soul,
and while conceptualizing
your words as a divine way to live.

The red liquid that trickles down has
a sweet foam to pack our feelings.
The cup spills out the wine
into a heart shape.

I want to turn back in our time
and die there.
I need His infinite.
I want, once again, to dissolve in it.

At the tables around us,
people are seemingly not thinking.
They look like reflected
into broken mirrors,
on the walls.
They become increasingly complacent...

I bring the cup up to my lips and I drink
the very cool wine.

I drink it all until
it is nonexistent.
'Tis a cup of sorrow.
It scrapes my esophagus.

The transparent liquid makes
the truth be visible.
'Tis our untold truth.

I want to lift my spirit.
I am still forcing myself to dance
our last dance
in that chaotic rhythm of the dying seconds.
Yes, I want you to embrace me.


But the bar is full of hot human mouths
covering the windows with a film of condensed steam
and anarchic noises.
Those mouths freeze instantly my wish...
Some tears are dripping down your tristesse.

I stand up straight for once
and I leave the moment

definitively and
speechless.


I chose the opposite direction
to enter my part of the world,
that world that has no sense without your love.
I do not look back.
I know that you watch me,
and I know that this love
is my life.

Poem by Marieta Maglas