I remembered the letter you sent to me
You called me an actor,
the sun that hides under its bedsheets
I stretch out my three arms
Towards the sparrow, the raven and the hummingbird
Don’t they love me so?
I wore my favorite mask, a transparent one.
Why do they love me so?
Before the birds was the catterpillar,
Why did I love her so?
Her wings have come out but her beauty has waned.
In the letter you said I hide my crown,
The sun should never hide under his bedsheets
So I raised my two faces out of the water.
The left an exuberant smile, the right a drowning sadness
Maybe I am an actor.
But definitely not a good one
The clouds do not open up to either face
I have not tried a different one yet.
The letter said I would die alone.
The birds will once again fly away.
I do not doubt you.
You are made of great wisdom and even greater fear
The letter said I would die early
The butterfly will tell the world on Instagram
That we we were as close as the space between lovers.
And forget about me a second after
In a tirade of drugs.
I imagine I would up above, watching the entire thing.
I imagine I am wrong.
I forget many things
(so send me, your location and)
tell me if the letters are true
I know nothing about you except
I remembered the letters you sent to me.
By Fred Makoffu.