To the crowd
I'm noise
Or voice
A choice
Or void
Deployed
Do I linger
After leaving
Their ceiling
Like smoke traces
In forgotten
Places
Do my words
Grow roots
Bear fruits
Or die
Where they
Lie
Am I a chapter
They revisit
Or skip it
A wound
That stings
Or sings
A name
They keep
Or sleep
I watch eyes
Search signs
Find lines
Trying to know
What survives
Goodbyes
Do I mean
Something deep
To keep
Or nothing more
Than a shadow
Crossing doors
Perhaps that's
Every heart's
Art
To spend
A lifetime
Giving
Without knowing
Whether it became
A memory
Or a ghost
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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