the night fell
secretly summery air
still as an invisible blanket
kept my thoughts in as they floated on a roof
relentlessly those digits looking
for you making mystery out
of silence
the idea is to run away
never look back and sit down
next to the ghost i so tremblingly fear
the idea is for you to miss me
it's for you to fight at least once
for what is only my love
and your magniloquent
absence.
for b.h.
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