Maybe I've not woken up
so promptly.
Maybe I've not silenced
so prudently.
Maybe I've never listened to you.

'The deep cut
is not the only pain
felt in this world.
Do something lovely,
otherwise, I get confused.'

I hear the orchestra play.
It announces tragedy
which I persisted in not to remember;
however, the symphony describes that day:
too many suspended melancholies in the air.

I asked you not leave like this
and you asked me to be courageous.
And suddenly, the explosion took you from me
as well as from your pleasurable love.
How can I go on without one for whom I came?

Regretting is out of time
– empty thing, rather unstable.
Staring at the sky, I remember the words of yore:
'the dawn is so admirable
after the night goes away.'

Jonas Goncalves

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-orchestra-at-midnight/