I’m a fast
learner
but when it comes
to human language
I fail.
I do know all the
words by heart – the theory
and I cling to my
own reasons
like an
everlasting, odd perfume
but when I
stealthy fade away
and my smell
vanishes
and blends into
past nights and fever drops
how much is left
for us to share ?
How many beggars
at the gates, pleading for mercy,
drinking themselves
to sleep ?
What could I say ?
To change my mind
- yours is
spotless, I believe –
one should bid
farewell to oh so many burdens.
The only problem
left is this evening hour
when I come back
to where I belong
-which was never
by your side.
