If You Forget Me

I want you to know<br> one thing.<br> <br> You know how this is:<br> if I look<br> at the crystal moon, at the red branch<br> of the slow autumn at my window,<br> if I touch<br> near the fire<br> the impalpable ash<br> or the wrinkled body of the log,<br> everything carries me to you,<br> as if everything that exists,<br> aromas, light, metals,<br> were little boats<br> that sail<br> toward those isles of yours that wait for me.<br> <br> Well, now,<br> if little by little you stop loving me<br> I shall stop loving you little by little.<br> <br> If suddenly<br> you forget me<br> do not look for me,<br> for I shall already have forgotten you.