Still feels like stepping on a grenade.
Will it ever stop,
I ask myself.
Piazza Trilussa in the morning is at its most beautiful:
the air crisp, cold like a knife,
the silence of a city who’s still in bed,
quietly stretching out in the dark.
But that night when we said goodbye,
it was truly something else.
A beauty from God’s grace.
What a blessing it was to
get my heart broken on a night
like that. I felt so alive with pain.
Will it ever stop,
I ask myself.
Let’s hope it never does.
Francesca Leone is a 24-year-old living in Rome, Italy. She writes in English at https://frellification.wordpress.com. She is currently writing a fantasy novel, but poetry remains her first love.
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