How can I retrieve?
This hopeless situation
In a slip, an aberration
I revealed my station

Did you love me before?
When you did not know
My antecedents, residence
To which I have no defense

How can you love?
When in your mind lies
Pre-conceived notions
Like love potions

So I leave your stage
Not even a bit player
Making no impression
In a small interview session

In your filing cabinet
I am put away, to stay
Under the head “Miscellaneous”
Nothing more, possibly less

Never to be opened later
Or even dusted or fumigated
In a dusty sleeve stowed away, left alone
But isn’t that what I should have known?

Dolan Fernandes
2008