Between
the more i ask
the less you give me
and the less you give me
the less i ask -
until there's nothing
between the first 'm' and the last 'l'.
i wonder what was from the beginning;
there was us or only an empty respiration
between a too tight you and me?
i tried to touch you
but there was just a whirled space
after your echo.
i am enough for myself;
and though -
i still count your steps' shadows
and rebreath the lost silence.
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