Confused... dazed by the noise of your
silence... not knowing if today you are a yesterday or a tomorrow... all that i
get is the wrong answer... the disconnection appeared to have started... where
are you?... maybe I’m asking the wrong question... always hidden beside a
blurry shadow... I wonder where my light have gone... need to fire a cigarette,
so I can smell you a bit more... and between that smoke I’m here again... tied
down by the tongue of your poem... you are full of words but none of them say
anything... mute... once again deafened by your silence... and alone, again, in
your sight...
July 11, 2012
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