Pablo Neruda said "Let us forget. With generosity. Those who cannot love us."
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It reminds me of Dogs. No no, not that domestic ones, but street dogs. When I see them waging their tails, their body, raw and untidy, they don't woo there beloveds. Their pleading gaze doesn't have that shine that could've itself perceived by beloved. Love doesn't pour out for them. Their toiling days are futile in search of peace and a morsel of stale leftovers. They wail and sob, that sounds harsh and demonic. They have forgiven and forgotten many beloveds. They have loved many more times. That generosity, is rare. Tell me, Can there be any reconciliation between dogs and humans?
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No don't forget those who couldn't love us. But let love pour down like rain, with no expectations and no conditions. It keeps itself present in varied ways, even after it is gone.
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That little papercup on your rooftop which you have forgotten. It contains rain now.
That handkerchief hung on wire is now drenched. Your slippers, it is wet too.
Tonight you'll sip an extra cup of tea.
You'll read one more chapter of your book.
Tonight a cool breeze will pass, touching your skin, dragging you to sleep.
Tonight a blanket will cover you.
You will dream: a walk under the clouds, towards the horizon, with your beloved, hand in hand.
And tonight You may have your beloved.
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⚘☕⚘☕⚘☕⚘☕⚘☕⚘
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