History of what never occurred

BrendaHolloway · 2026-10-27T06:12:21Z

Reading these in a row, the missing ciao keeps getting bigger. By the dream sonnet the whole affair plays out in his head and he wakes up grieving it. The…

Words liberate the soul; silence imprisons

it and corrodes the spirit.

The simplest truth is that we have no power over anyone else.

The most frustrating thing in life is not being able to make the person we love, the person we desire, look at us with the same fervor that burns deep inside us.

The greatest penance is what goes unsaid.

Words liberate the soul; silence imprisons it and corrodes the spirit.

Damn whoever stayed silent, who couldn't even be bothered with just… a ciao.

All I'm left with is to brood and reshape the season, sometimes as a good Samaritan, sometimes as a tormentor, from rejecting this vast orchestra of murmurs for so long.

Not the murmurs of those who stayed silent (from them there was never a sound), but my own: private rages, indignations that keep echoing.

In the end, it was all I needed:

a simple "no" would have been enough.

…

Not even a word

A tale almost lived,

Now lies in ruins,

Before the prose

Of a love that never was.

There must be

A love for me,

But not a word,

Not even “ciao”—

Bravo!

Here I stand,

Lost in thought,

Imagining

A wordless talk.

Now I dramatize

What never came to be;

Shakespeare would envy

This tragedy of me.

…

Obscene sonnet

I'm waiting for you, naked, in the half-light,

face down, arms wrapped around the pillow,

while my mind catches glimpses of you

through the warm steam of the bathroom.

You step out with a towel around you,

hair dripping onto the floor,

my pupils wide, you blurring in my sight,

breathless, sweating, hard with wanting you.

Your hair between my fingers,

my body over yours,

a glass of wine on the nightstand.

I woke up swept away by the story,

now damp from everything that unfolded,

and I spent the whole night in mourning.

…

Ashes of our ruins

Long ago I dreamed

I would meet you

In the future that never was

So far, you and I

Our story will always remain

In the verses of this poem

Full of sorrow and regret

My heart won't let you vanish

I'll be waiting on fire

Full of flames and frames

Of our desires

For you to return

We were young

And beautiful

Rebels

Yet, two promises

Now what I seek is far from gone

Is the words never spoken

Of love and passion

I wished you had recited

As I vanish within the ashes

Of our ruins I've collected

Realizing you may have been just

What I needed you to be

…

I’ll be yours until the end

I pulled your waist close, closing the abyss

Your lips find mine in the pitch dark

Our tongues in tune

A sigh from you

In our own rhythm

We became whole and bare

My torso met your body

And we were joined in a single synchrony

We lay on the ground, chilled by the night dew

Breathing in harmony, like lovers

Eternal

Your deepest desires are summoned

Looking straight into my eyes

You find another one hiding there

Between insecurities and mischief

Yet offering only tenderness

Do not be afraid of me

I'll be yours until the end

In the end, I adore you

But I do not love you

I endorse it

…

A wordless ciao

There was a tale

I didn’t want to read

Of a dreamer

Dreaming about me and you

I left through the door

Without opening it

I was tired

Of him as much as his dreams

All I left behind

Were ashes from my cigarette

The expected future

Won’t be found in these verses

I said hello with my eyes

He said, "My world,"

With a passionate smile

With silence, I said goodbye

As I vanished from his sight

I began to recite

With a glass of wine

A wordless ciao, meaning…’hi’

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