THE DAY AFTER

When all the roses wither
the chocolate hearts melt
and the colorful balloons fly away
we are left alone
and the ether
full of unspoken words
maybe hidden, a smile in the darkness...
-
Cannons remain
in the mud of a buried quarrel
uncertainty
what would have been, and how it would be
a palm full of sweat
masks
and without masks
when we just look at each other from under the eye
unwritten letters...
-
an hour, a day or more days later
when the bells ring
and all the gifts are from yesterday
and we sink into today
the road is still long
and our legs tremble
while many questions float...
-
were the stars brighter
did my lips kiss you better
and the music clearer
or were we just waiting for the day after...
-
for Valentine's Day
and all the funny holidays
people will always
love and hate each other the same
I don't need an excuse
that you  I prepare breakfast
while you still dream
that you are in my safe hands
hidden from the world
where there are no guns
nor price increases
lies and deception
...
the day after
raise your right eyebrow high
look at me from under your eyelashes
and let's head towards the sun
down our famous street
step by step
patiently
there are many holes on the road to heaven
we need to jump over them all
or maybe we can
forget the road
to heaven
and just love each other....