We sat at the table, desperate to talk To feel the presence of each other, In the empty town We were so close that our hands were touching Yet our minds were so removed So distanced, so far gone.
Perhaps I knew, and you knew too
That it was too late for reconciliation
Yet we tried, awkwardly dancing with words
Emotions, and gestures
Unsure of what was to come
Unsure of what we wanted
to happen.
The ending has never been easy.
The damn desire for possession
Kept us in the motion of bitter inertia.
niekedy mi myšlienky prerastú cez hlavu a vtedy mám potrebu si ich uložit niekam na papier. písanie je pre mňa ventil a spríjemnenie života...poskytuje nebomedzené možnosti v obmedzujucej realite."we prefer the security of misery over the misery of insecurity" (unknown author) Zoznam autorových rubrík: Súkromné, Poetry, Nezaradené
