Nov 2021
l'appel du vide
I remember the wind,
howling, messing up my hair like invisible fingers,
hollow with ghosts;
I can see this memory in fragments.
you are there,
but it is your absence that I recognize -
it is the lack of you I see.
I remember the wind,
howling, messing up my hair like invisible fingers,
hollow with ghosts;
I can see this memory in fragments.
you are there,
but it is your absence that I recognize -
it is the lack of you I see.
