sabato 17 giugno 2023

 Now



Sitting alone in my bed, the fan blowing against my skin

I remember the rush of your breath on my cheek as we layed there 

 

Now between us lies everything that once held us together

A void has formed between our lips and between our minds

 

Like two pieces of cloth from which 

The stitches have loosened 

And the thread traces the ground as it falls from us.


Paolo Driussi 

 

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