02:50

The Story That Meant Nothing Until

He grabbed me shaking badly,
She gazed down tears pouring,
Their daughter is somewhere,
But she may even be nowhere,
Hugging was never our norm,
I warmed his hands with mine,
As I left for the train to take me,
Destination is here and there,
Indefinite and maybe nowhere,
I am going to keep searching:
For the book that was her last,
For the writer who kept writing,
For the ashes of burnt letters,
This train will come to an end,
There is a reason why I stayed,
Not for the police nor the drunk,
But fate has shown my legs
A path full of magical miracles,
And here I am in front of you,
The clock-tower is behind us,
You can hear its lovely chime,
Yet, no one can hear your pain,
Dissolved in the vicious wind,
As your fingerprint is erased,
It is time for you to disappear,
Your story is clearly the best,
As it ended with infinite silence,
And that is how mine changed.


Monday, 23rd of September 2013

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