A sentence with no substance,
ever tracing back,
to all familiar conversations,
the same longing pain.
what’s behind that sentence,
open up and let me in,
my doors may be closed,
but those 5 words bear no knock.
how do you intend for me to read it,
analyse and transalte,
the pebble to my riptide,
please clarify, look down beneath.
A throwaway of a lifeline,
I know it’s you and me,
no one knows the way it goes,
but those words just pain us both.
So much you could outline,
not too far from where you are,
but if those empty words are all you have,
then from me too.
I hope your life is well.
29.09.17