alone in the park
eagerly i await
for the hour to come
when you and i meet
seconds pass
minutes into hours
mindless i am
for you are here at last
your presence
weakens me
your absence
kills me
now alone in my room
tired and helpless
roused suddenly
by a song i used to listen
then i realized
remember you i will
but
will you remember me?
*en memoriam 316
El poeta que nunca seré...
7 months ago
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