You leave
for a new life, I am going to die, Fabrizio.
Before, I had been in the bedroom, caressing my father, kissing his hair—good
smell, like a baby.
He smiled at me, serene. Go, go, be happy.
I left him lying in the bed. His last words.
Then I went
to my mother. I kissed her and left. Her eyes—her death inside.
I opened the door and disappeared.
They died two months later.
I saw them
many times during the last years, walking with me, touching me.
At night, they stay hidden behind a door.
My father sometimes comes to my bed and touches me, at night.
They were
waiting for me behind a bend in the winding path that crosses the forest during
the pandemic.
I turned, and they were there together under a tree, smiling at me.
I traveled to them in dreams and returned to Empoli, in the tomb-house, where they still live—dead—and are waiting for me, silent but happy, their son.
I prayed
they leave me in peace. I did all I could. Yet it was too much what they asked
for. It was unbearable to serve them twenty-four-seven and never sleep. I
bordered on folly.
They grew like vampires, sucking all my energy.
Now, now
that my life has changed, I see the vacuum they left.
I look for the arm I once had; I feel it is still there, but it is not anymore.
Nothing is like before.
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