Poem I

If I find you in my memory,
I will act like I don’t know you.

If you call to book
or knock to reenter
I'll tell you that the rooms
are full.

Time runs.

And it's time to take away
the key I gave you,

and it's time to bring down the hotel
I built for you in my heart,

and it's time to say goodbye
to someone who don’t need it
to leave me.

Thanks for everything,

now

I know that there is no forgetfulness
without memory,
and forgiveness
without pain.