one i always loved..

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda


i've had a sad day today. death is always difficult for me, and i i guess you know i take it hard in my own way. i wish you were around to speak to. you'd know the right words to say. i re read some of your old notes.. even words written in the past were good for some comfort. i always loved this poem by neruda. sometimes i fear that the 4th stanza rings true for you... i hope not. i tend to disagree with neruda as much as i love this one. love does not need to feed on love. sometimes it needs to nourishment. and it lasts forever.. and its roots will always remain.