Classic Poem

Every time you meet another person
Every time you reach another destination
You have to learn a new language
You begin with everyday greetings
Acknowledgements and appreciations
The words for a colour or a season
Then you have to return
Some phrases sticking like dust
Others like stars, there are some pollen too
But soon all nuances confined to memories
Like graves visited occasionally
With carnations with different sound
Trying to relocate the feelings and perfumes
Nowhere to be found