11/07/25

Dark day

Dark day 


I cried


leave me alone

alone in my cave

to paint on the walls

dark pictures of plumes


I can’t sleep anymore and I cry a lot

my eyes are filled with tears


she said


I know, I know, my dear, my dear

I want to take those hands in mine

and put my lips on them


I said 


my lips are soft  

and sullenly swollen

with tears of regret 

for those lost years


she said


I understand

and I 

am sorry 




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