"LOVE IS JUST A TEMPORARY TRUTH..."


“Both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday and eternal reality was love.”

― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude



many years later
as he faced old age
Mr. Michael Murphy

was to remember
that distant afternoon
when his father

shouted that
he didn't know
who he was

and kept calling
for ice for his drink
even though he had none

he kept on reading
his favourite Márquez
even though he had lost the plot

and wandered into
a world of words
without meaning

in his own
private Macando
mirror looking at mirror

reflecting
only
silence and solitude

one could almost
see him attaching
yellow Post-it notes

upon everything
and anything
before they could fade

one upon his son
another on his wife
but they all blew away

or he couldn't remember
what the note
said

soon he would be
erased
knowing nothing

of the world
or
of himself

we of course
loved him
all the more

but
not even our love
could reach him