Fish Bones
Flesh and bones ,
are separated all of a moment .
Flesh keeps silence ,
while bones stare at the past time .
Just like there are souls ,
wondering nearby and never leaving .
Ten years ago ,
You said to me ,
that you often saw me eating fish,
in your dream .
Now I tell the fish ,
I have almost forgotten ,
how you look like ten minutes before .
Copyright © Turbid River | Year Posted 2015
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