Monday, 3 January 2022

not even half a breath

 not even half a breath


and trying to pull away

in a way no one would notice

sitting out the waiting around

the distance of chairs matching

the whispers behind the smiles

for god’s sake open the curtains

spit out the dust

 but i kept quiet

for dying was new to me

the sadness of aspidistras 

of the silky velvet table cloths

the best china clinking 

what time of day it was

i cannot fathom now

but eternity in an instant

isn’t that what they say


i didn’t


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