3rd language break-up

(or “Linguistic translation of my feelings”
or “Why languages are a good metaphor for life”)

I went back to my linguistic house one day
and found out that my Italian was gone.
My English was still there.
A little awkward, maybe
A little out of date, perhaps
But faithfully there.

My Italian, however, is gone.
It took away with it all my
memories and souvenirs.

- I wonder why languages resemble people so much -

And I grieve.
The pain of forgetting a language is a different one.
Something I had not yet known.