October 21, 2007 at 6:05 pm (poem)

7.10.07

staring into an unfinished dream
waiting for something to move
for you to move
I can’t supress the fear
the doubts
because that what always blossoms
no matter what seeds were used.
What do you mean
how do you feel
why aren’t we talking
why are we using
a language made of verses and numbers
why
why
aren’t you in my arms
or be it more precise
when the lights go out
why do we feel alone?

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