Leave At Night
earlier
darkness casts gray beds over the city
the sight narrows his field
and gather on small objects inlaid by time
of tears and tears
I undo their appearance
look inside
finding the first gesture
who brought them to my house
love affair
flickering
making its way through the bayonets of the day
wishes to bring along
then
I withdraw easily
I leave my hands inside of them
I close the memory
like a surgeon
he gloves his gloves
at the end of an intervention
thinking of him
I wonder if my gesture
left everything as it was
or if
I changed
forever
something that was and which I do not know
if it still is
as the begining
Copyright © Camelia Radu | Year Posted 2020
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