onsdag 4. juni 2014

Homecoming 2

Midnight and feverish
I wait 
For a promise, that was never made
I wait for a hint,
A breath, a word, or at least a silent
I wait for a 'no' or 'yes'
or for something that is....
I play with a goldfish in my head
windowpanes, black curtains
they hide a lake behind them
and then,
my eyes swim in it

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