Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/04/11/poesiae-passata/
I can’t fix, like in the coldplay song,
I fix myself.
She finally passed,
maybe it lasted too long, maybe too little,
It is certainly not the time taken to define things …
And now I understand it well, even for me.
She’s gone … Really, this time.
I keep thinking about it for a while, but without exaggerating.
I will wait, who knows in life you never know,
just as it is not known if you will return.
I take it for granted that you will never talk to me …
It doesn’t matter where you stay, where you will go.
The important thing is the goal you set yourself in life, in the end.
As big as they may seem, which then become smaller and smaller with commitment,
how to do the marathon, the finish line, in short.
It is passing and will pass more and more with the passage of time.
And it’s better this way because in case I ever see you again,
we should no longer think about the past,
I hope you will always be well.