Unspoken words about doubted words, haunted and haunting words. The ones which walk all over me up to the moment when I finally imagine that you simply come back, without a single word. The way you left.
Just a kiss
perhaps and your hand reaching deep inside my inner self,… destroying and reinventing
life as you evidently and recklessly look at me, looking for me, discovering yourself
in me, discovering us.
And the truth is that the fatigue of your absence is meticulously
tearing me apart night after night, as I long for your blinding silhouette to
appear under that threshold.
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