Twirling
smoke
Coming
out of my mouth
Paints
gray metaphors
Around
me
I
hold your memories delicately
Like
an expensive pen
Between
my teeming fingers
You
come to me like a poem
Out
of nowhere
And
lay naked on the white bed
Of
my diary
I
caress you
Gently
Like
an ardent adept lover
And
clothe you
In
metaphors and similes
In
my labyrinth memories
Time
spent with you
Is
a bullet stuck in a tree
It
neither rots
Nor
dissolves in its veins
It
grows into the foliage of defiance
Reminding
me of your presence
As
an invisible truth
Unreachable!
Impossible!
Hope
drives me to this end
I
deliver you in this poem
Like
a reluctant postman
The
part of me
You
never understood
The
part of me
You
couldn’t love
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