We Have Lost
Even
We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of
sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin
between my hands.
I remembered you with my soul
clenched
in that
sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that is always turned
to at twilight
and my cape
rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through
the evenings
towards where the
twilight goes erasing statues.
Pablo Neurda