Dust gathers on my memory
As the sky begins to fall.
I still can't grasp what we used to be,
And you don't care at all.
"It's in the past," you say.
"It's over. Done. We're through."
But I can still smell the sweet air of May
When both of us were new.
We were together, through thick and thin
Doing just what we should.
You said we could conquer the world back then,
And I believed we could.
But I should've known you wouldn't stay, when the snow began to fall.
The warmth of Spring has gone away, and you don't care at all.
(Authors Note/Historical Note: The Pact of Steel (originally deemed the 'Pact of Blood') was an agreement signed by Italy and Germany on May 22, 1939. It was a pact of support, coordination, and general cooperation and trust between the two countries. Unfortunately, their modern relations aren't so peachy. Thus, this sonnet, from Mister Feliciano's point of view.
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