Letter in the compound future

Written by: Mirela Kapaj

One day you won't hear me singing  at the very 
hour, place and perfect time where  the world turns
dead nature.

Make some holes to the bucket full of
feelings I gave you while I was stealing the 
lymph of life.

My silence kicks the pulsing waiting 
spirit but gray is a no land color born
by an incest 

You had me but couldn't see , you saw me and couldn't have
sad as the  fate of pain that roams through the
human memory.

It will be cold, my Life, more sour 
the pain of the leaving silhouette 

A kitten snores on the soft couch telling
the cats' history because you'll still breathe

I'd find a happy ending for you, if only
I didn't know you had it through your fingers