i have to mourn this
and i have to do it now
dear heart, you knew
it’s always coming
this way of living, in love
with so many things costs
you everything
you have
no other choice but
to say goodbye
again and walk away
do not look back
okay? listen, don’t look
back. you knew this
was coming but it
was worth it at
the time - two o’clock
bell towers shouting
from the hill
where he is planted
between the cobble-
stones, you’ll move like
an afternoon shadow, out
through the city walls
down into the mist-
filled valley where
you came from, ciao
mia bella, the greeting
echoes, a faint goodbye
now let me go, dear
heart, you are bigger
and stronger
than you ever knew
but i am worn out
from all that walking
uphill to stand beside
the grave of St. Margherita
as if she still has
a hand in this game, as if
she ever did
