POEM BY KOSTAS KARYOTAKIS
YOUR LETTERS
I kept your letters, my first love,
in the priceless box of my heart
your letters smell of youth
making my senior joy bloom
your letters talk to me a lot
with their crooked lines and mistakes
they shiver, cry and laugh, they narrate
games of jealousy and coldness
you sprayed perfume and your letters
won’t be erased by the passing time
wish our first dreams weren’t
erased by your heartlessness
oh my only love, your letters
white boats carry my thoughts down
where the word of Death can’t be
wiped out from your letters-graves.
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 