It's Been a While
There is no real redemption
unless it’s given
without a drop
of deserving.
You came to me
with the same face as before,
but your hair had turned white.
What were you asking me for?
My being, dust and shell,
you still strong and vibrant;
what could I possibly give you?
You wanted to know the truth
about life’s path and
loss along the way.
What could I tell you
except what had happened,
and that now I was nothing
in front of your beautiful face
that still saw something in me?
February 4, 2019
Premiere III - Open Poetry Contest
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