I won't call

Why do you still appear in my dreams?
Why is my head full of pictures of you?
Why do you still appear in my dreams?
Bittersweet images of you in my mind.

I won’t call you any more
I won’t call you anymore
I won’t call you anymore
I won’t be waiting at your door

We lunch in your patio, caressed by the sun
By your affectionate cat, talking words, walking hands
That drowsy afternoon time when everything’s for us
yeah that drowsy afternoon time

I won’t call you any more…

I loose myself in other’s arms
but lost they find me and lost to them I stay
Like an actor in a play the curtains close and I return home
Like an actor in a play the curtains close

I won’t call you any more…

…it makes me smile to think of you
it makes me cry to think of you
it makes me smile to think of you
it makes me…

I won’t call you any more…



Charles Olsen, Madrid, 2008


Poem published in Sr Citizen (Amargord ediciones, 2011)