martedì 31 luglio 2018

In the attic



You came
you sat with me
The wooden floor was creaky,
The window was sealed
Stained by the rain
Of the night before.
A forgotten pain
Recurring
But I’m here. 
I will always be here.
Won't you come back?


Paolo Driussi

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