10/29/23

POEM - Ill-Lit Imprint

 A cold breeze, full of misty rain,

caresses me like a sorrowful lover

I stare into the foggy abyss,

and imagine you doing the same:

both of us thinking of each other

But, deep down, I know that

the receiving end of my line

is no more or less than

an empty eternity

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