[Overlooked. I've been ] Poem by Antonio Santori

Overlooked. I've been
overlooked. One night
he will talk about me,
he will say: what a pity, I
never met her,
and he'll drink French wine
forgetting my life
once again .
Hell laugh, telling
About other books and women
lost in the Ocean.
He will not regret me.
Me that could have changed
his life.
He simply
ignored me.
He quickly skimmed
the page next to me
(fierce look on his face)
abruptly closing
the precious book
in which I was born.

Translated by Tania Calcinaro