Paris
13
November 2015
Nights
and days
In
a lyric
Fell
down suddenly
With
a sky
Bereft
of stars
Silence
Silence
Silence
Stood
still
Its
conscience riddled
With
bullets
Didn’t
die
Its
pupils widened
Only
for a while
I
wondered
Love
Does
it have preconditions?
Rich
or
Poor
Your
lipstick stains
I
didn’t bother to erase that day
And
being in love
A
million times
Before
a heart finally stops
Impermanent
in congruency
Silence
again
Conscience
struggles
Then
Talks
A
whiff of a wind
Left
Paris Inconclusive
The
orange oche we saw
Were
only shooting stars
In
eternity
Silence
Silence
Silence
It just started talking
again
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