Our eyes met and stuck in a net,
Looked like that moment, lasted forever.
You left again,
I was looking to find the warmest love.
I was trying but no luck in finding it anywhere.
You were gone...as always without saying a word.
Waite just wait...I think I saw you...
No, it wasn't you but the pain that never let me go.
ARE YOU BACK? I cannot believe it! Is this for real?
This time it was him, in flash and blood.
Why can't you see me?! Why are you not talking to me?
IT IS ME...THE ONE FOR WHOM YOU CRIED EVERY NIGHT...
ME...
Why are you crying? Now, I am here with you.
Please, honey...I am here, it is true.
I want so much to touch your hand,
I tried...But it was beyond grasp.
WHAT IS THAT COFFIN OVER THERE?!...
You are kneeling close to it and crying...
what is in there that you don't want to let go?
WAIT...WAIT...IT IS ME...
Oh God! A strong hurricane came straight into my face!
I HAVE BEEN DEAD!
Everything left behind with NOTHINGNESS AHEAD...
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Ina Zeneli
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By Ina Zeneli3 months ago in Poets
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