Kafka on the beach

I look over my shoulder
for the time that's been
moments and people
that will never come again

then you come oh Melancholy
reminding that the past
is a butterfly of history
which is impossible to catch

because truth is

you can remember
you can miss

but you can only once exist.


then Kafka on the beach
taught me something else
the things you have experienced
will stay longer than a scent

because the soul is like a library
with room for them we love
so if they disappear

they can still be near.

Poetry by C-F Haegring
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Written on 2011-04-13 at 08:15

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An indubitable truth, well stated, and enjoyed.