There was no ending
in sight. You were not
a participant in-
my sadness.
Some unseen pain
hovers around me. I return to
my surface tension, trying
to minimize my fragility.
And injuries tend to
expand in caves of black
lights. Wild thoughts invade the
tranquility.
I unleash the words
like pigeons to fly to their homes.
I will not play-
hide and seek.
Waist up, you seek
godliness, wearing a veil,
when only your eyes were
visible, ruthlessly dry.
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