You took away my keys
the black tie of my white shirt
away, I lost a keyhole
a black pawn, for eleven
months our love served
in the army, now the banner
of cross, your window
no more flutters for me;
on my recordplayer cries
a Ricordanza-étude
the antology of Easter
and passion, a bundle of
loveletters, yellow with age,
is shedding on the table.