Monday, August 25, 2014

Double-hearted

Proudly I show you the gifts that I bought you:
no hate, no love, lot's of indifference
and stoically wrapped lies.

My kiss on your night-cheek dissolves during the day
and when the night comes I'll erase my memory
in retrospect.

Closer you think, but that's not true. I bounce off
disappear from sight and leave all questions
a hundred times unanswered.

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