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To a Late Friend
No more asking of “what” and “why”;
As always, silence replaces the weeping.
I keep repeating that you are not alive,
But you are not dead either, you are just sleeping.
I hear your steps on the staircase,
Your voice rushes in, then, the smell of your hair.
You smile at me, and I look through your face
As the cold of eternity fills up the air
And rests on the lifeless face ...
Wednesday 17th February 2021 12:11 am
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