Di niente, metà

Keeping you all to myself
seemed to be stealing something
given the great abundance of life,
the two of us cooped up in just one story,
just one.
And so we said, let’s go,
and maybe we’ll come back some day
you took half of nothing,
I the other half, and then I closed
the door.
But the life that burns your hands
happened far from here,
mixed up and lost in the days
of other people’s time,
Marì…
and so we said let’s go,
and maybe we’ll come back some day
but that nothing divided in half
demanded that the door stay closed
forever.
And the life that burns your hands
happened far from here,
mixed up and lost in the days,
in other people’s days,
Marì…