You change
each time I visit you
your nails your words
I dust your books
yellow poems
white coffee mugs
you sing new songs
and I try to smile
each time I visit you
your nails your words
I dust your books
yellow poems
white coffee mugs
you sing new songs
and I try to smile
and blood
ReplyDeletetrickles out of my eyes
was it a nail? I enquire
words emerge from your mouth
yet no answer is registered....