Truth

"There's a little truth behind every just kidding, a little curiosity behind every just wondering, a little knowledge behind every I don't know and a little emotion behind every I don't care."

Paola Suhonen

I guess it was late last spring
—maybe it was May.
I was convinced that the love
I believed in, had disappeared,
Vanished in the bitter winds.
The kind of love, I loved.
The kind of eternal spark,
magical light,
No more stories
about two ships in the dark.
True soul mate bond,
unrusted chain of love to tight up the forever ones.
It was late last spring
—it was May.
An older couple, sitting on the Brooklyn Bridge bench.
I could easily tell
back in the days—
they´ve been the ones,
lovers of flowers and the sun.
Now in their 60´s
beautiful queen type of worn-out woman,
life ragged, used to be long haired man.
Sun still ahead them.
Everything to come
what they want to believe in.
I can´t stop staring.
They hold hands.
And I see
They both are wearing
the most beautiful bold chain tattoo
around one´s wrist.
Tight together,
Still always free to leave.
Braces with the One.
Or bracelets of the one they´ve loved.
Now the once golden chains
a bit aged,
days turned them soft shimmer copper
getting old
chained together forever.