2019 III 21

Should I miss you that much?

Ten years seemed to fly in my eyes,

Now, when I recall those little sparks of trust,

Now, that my mind seems to echo in cries.

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I miss you. But should I cry?

Should I waste my time in this pitiful mourning?

Yes, I won't see you, but that's not an alibi...

I'm already a mess, should I indulge in this crawling?

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Should I nurture my past, or look at the future?

It's bleak, let's go back.

Put it on repeat... But I hate this suture!

It's clutches me, keeps me in a sack!

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And it's dark here, it's quiet, it's lonely -

There is not a single speck of air to plead!

And I'm overthinking, careless, eyes sewn wholly -

There is no light, that could grow this seed!

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So it will rot, along with the one you know...

Along with the faith and dreams.

Don't lie to yourself, the past was eaten by a jealous crow.

So there was nothing to protect it seems...

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Then should I take another route?

The one, where I turn into statue?

Cement's murmurs aren't rude,

their displayed, unashamed and in fatigue...

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So should I?...