The loving thing to do
Is take your heart and mine
In separate hands
To gently break together.

But if I wait and dare pretend
The ending is not written
Then our hearts, each on their own,
Will only shatter.

- p. winter

I’d like to think we had an unspoken agreement
That our time together was not long enough.

But we remained silent and watched it end.
And maybe it was easier that way.

- p. winter

The words I cannot say to you
I'll trace along your spine
To a record player's susurrating song.
I fight the feel of falling,
Asleep or otherwise,
But the nocturnes lull,
And so you pull me quietly along.

- p. winter

slowly
reflections
only a bird  on a corspe
flies around
never say  the meaning
the word  end is the most strong
relations  imitation
in a plain  to  a land of  nothingness
only  children matters
oh mio  child
absence  is a star of loveness



Maria  Panoutsou
31/05/21