Tuesday, September 15, 2020

God hardly hears

a new solar cycle began
I wish I could go home
there is nothing I would keep
except the memory of your face
fresh water in my hands cupped together
I drink endlessly
the thirst won't go away
all handles are missing from the doors
there was no warning
against the heaviness of this silence
which we consciously made
how can you defend yourself
against of what you already are
a basket of warm bread on the table
to go with a sad song
closer and closer
(like words)
the chair squicked against the floor
my heart completely stopped
a single pair of tears
to testify for my troubled soul
and no one to really care
no one at all