Birds

Crossroads.

Phone won't ring again.
Songs won't come back.

You have created an instant past.

Loneliness
looks her nails
smiling quietly
tasting her chances.

We will see each other again.

The days start later
lengthened, decadents
viscous
beyond the midnight &
night crawling
as a castaway
in a recently found
sand.

Escaping from myself.
Starting again.

Run.
Hide.
(the kid who didn't wanted
to learn how to swim)
Shut up.

Suffer.

 Wait
           Wait
                    Wait
                             Wait.

Stop

SCREAM
(for saying goodbye, erasing the marks the grief left)

And jump

Fly.



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Dedicated to K.