Today I write as it comes

Today I write as it comes.
Of disappointments, of anxieties,
Of freshly baked soft bread that smells of times gone by.
Of the fear of death
and of living like impostors
who let themselves be caressed by the sea breeze under the vine.
Of friends and brothers,
of the many adventures together
and of turning to evening without the proud vanity of a purpose
and yet the desire for the future and new dawns.
I write as it comes,
defying death and closing my eyes without regret.
I think of those who are no longer among us
and mentally prepare myself for the last scene,
when I will no longer suffer the nostalgia of a life
forced to be reunited in oblivion with those you loved the most.
Today I feel like writing like this
because I have no restraint for form
and because I have captured that moment,
that one moment when you feel true