AUTHORS NOTE: This piece was inspired by recent events in the past year of my life. Every line is a truth, that still today when look back, I feel the way I first used too. This is not a tribute to him, nor is it for him, this is for me, I can never be sure of what he felt nor does it matter. When you know theres a world out there thats meant for you with people who are equally mysterious as they are familiar because even though you do not know them, they still feel like home. I met him in a hot February of '17 and I knew, I knew.
*name changed to preserve identity
ANTONIO
How hard a fire will fight when a spark never lives to be a flame -
That was you and I-
Our wine was ruined before the grapes were picked-
he was as it seemed then so much more -
a foreign man singing to me songs of the sea on the italian coast he called home -
it wasn't meant to be more than just a summer but his face still lingers in all my winters -
his name I won't hear the same -
not even his music -
i dont know what waves brought him to me -
on some island he lets his days go by -
it didn't seem real how some flames could ignite -
burning out so fast it barely gave light -
all my friends tell me I should forget you -
how could they understand -
to feel the way i do about this foreign man -
he let me in to the deep blue of his mind, taking me back to the time he was a child, and even then i could tell how everything he could be, was everything i had dreamed -
so I keep him as a constant memory -
inhibited, wild and free like the seas he loved -
i abide by those living styles -
he's still there on that island -
maybe one day I'll be beside him
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