"Dead stars" (poem)

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I look at you in the diffuse of the night,
while with the extended hand you make a sign for me.
Then you fade before my eyes as you move away;
you become one with the fog that reigns in the street
where you have already taken your own path.

You are a small point of light in a black curtain,
a lonely firefly lost in the forest,
smaller and smaller in the distance in your eternity...
And I can not find you even though I follow you
Where are you going, that can not follow your footsteps
even though I'm behind you?
Is this uselessness the true abandonment?
Is this haze the true oblivion imposed
by each of your footprints
in a direction where you will not allow me to accompany you anymore?

And I do not reach you and my footsteps are behind yours,
Your little point of light almost does not exist before my eyes:
like a night lacking moon and stars;
as if the sky were devoid of all life...
Each luster, each celestial light,
every smile of yours,
every fragrance, kisses or caresses,
as promises between laughter and warm
or cold tears
they have become extinct in the endless emptiness...
How to find you if you do not need me anymore?