1Jessie Del Quadro
Mon Chardonneret
My goldfinch,
Whose pure skin I once knew from years past
Though only recently I have met.
I know only of your remains,
the aftermath of your rebirth,
the melted wax that is now your skin.
Once you traveled in a group of three.
These, I know, were your happiest years.
I only wish I had the courage to let you relive them.
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To your lips I wish I had touched.
Next to you I wish I could stay.
In your embrace I wish I could remain.
No longer these thing are possible.
Your pictures lay face down, where I can't see them,
Because I cannot get rid of them
But you have denounced me.
I am yours no longer.