Old Lovers
Old Lovers
They say it is necessary to unlearn in order to learn something new.
And I wonder if it is possible to unlove someone in order to love someone new.
If I would search for the way your lips curl when you laugh, every time I see him smile.
Just the way my mind takes me back to the lines from an old book when I hold a new one in hand.
I wonder if his laugh will have the same ring as yours.
The deep-throated belly laugh that seems to emerge from the deepest realm of your body.
Or would it be a chuckle? The kind one could easily confuse for a hiccup.
Will he look at me the way the moon peers into the sea to unearth the secrets buried underneath, like you do?
Or would it be a quick glance? The kind one would miss if they looked away for a second.
I wonder if he will speak to me the way the ocean breeze talks to the waves in whispers, pulling it closer to the shore, like you do.
Or will he talk in monosyllables?
Words failing to penetrate the surface as they escape from the corner of his mouth.
I wonder if he will be able to love me like you do.
If he has learned to unlearn his love for the one who came in his life before me.
I have hidden a few pages I tore from the book I read a while ago.
Now every time I pick up a new book, I reach out to the crumpled pages to read again what I already know.
I guess it's the same with old lovers.