If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide to leave me
at the shore of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished
or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

-Pablo Neruda
If you studied literature with me in jpeng2006 then you would remember his poem tonight i could write the saddest lines.
Whenever i start to write a poem or a few words that would express the feeling i am feeling I stop myself and wonder whether i need to lament my misery to the whole wide world? And reading his poems the openness he exudes never ceases to amaze me!!!
i am annoyed and estatic that someone can actually write what he actually feels. ACTUALLY FEELS! yes ure are going to maybe hurt the other person, but it is his opinion and they are not long in the priority of consideration but to accept it to yourself is freedom. its pure freedom!
kudos to u!