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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Why don't we sit down for a while And forget that you have him and I've someone else? We do need a name and theme for this loss. We have agreed on Black Wardrobe, A dimmer lighting and a slower music. The room has already had a certain nuance ; That could hold us on to our place. Other than that you've put on a dark mascara and a black hat. I've brought along my sunglasses, Even there has been no sun since long ago. Everything has to be perfect, Nobody should know or see us here. Perhaps we'd also need a poem, And a picture of us, Because apparently this loss Would also need a voice to carry on. Otherwise it'd be easily forgotten. We don't want that, do we? What else? We ask each other and then get trapped In a long silence. A long pause, Where everything else seems to stop, For a while. But we still feel the sadness, Close as your heartbeat and my sweat. "Perhaps its time to go already," I said Feeling unsure where the idea has come from. You turn your face to me, "We still haven't written a poem yet, You know what? We need flowers, And we do not have a picture together. A bouquet perhaps, Roses, Azaleas, Chrysanthemums, jasmines. You shake your head. Only black roses, You whisper to the thin air And we could put it right in the middle, Between us. Black Roses is a good idea. But maybe we don't need anything else, But a stopping point for everything, Like a platform For Every thousands of kilometers. The things is, We don't know yet where, Or When is ours. Till then I'd stay here for a while.
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