首发中年序章

◉ 孔繁明

风把他的名字吹得很轻
像未长大的星
坠在年轻的夜里
来不及把理想的火
再拨亮一分

晨光里恍惚
他正攥着衣角
穿过雾
踏得急促
说那片水火
再不认输

总在自己的影子里停驻
拿不出更多爱恨倾诉
床头柜的药丸
是醒着的刻度
每一粒，
都像命运的锤
在惯性里疼处

中年的墙
早被思念推倒
我数着他没吃完的药
数着晨昏
原来最深的念是替他
把未圆的梦
再焐热几分

Prelude to Middle Age

The wind blows his name light
as a star not fully grown
falling into young night
too soon to stir the ideal’s fire
one bit brighter

In morning light he’s dazed
clutching his clothes
through the fog
walking hurriedly
vowing not to concede
to that flood and fire

Always pausing in his own shadow
with no more love or hate to confess
The pills on the nightstand
are waking hours’ marks
each one
like fate’s hammer
aching in inertia

The wall of middle age
long pushed down by longing
I count his unfinished pills
count the dawns and dusks
learning the deepest miss is to rewarm
for him
the unfulfilled dreams
a little more

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