Whispers
Wet with tears
Little collected mumblings
Implausible
This heart fire....
Broken
This ruin, made of each other
Reaches out to you  -
Like a coat, too heavy and too tight
This void of sound
This pain
This spice of life
The pleasure of its warm embrace

Once familiar elements
Looking into your eyes
Breathing your air….
Touching your skin
Dying
In this heart fire
Of would never.. could never...have never

Gypsy