She’ll just be tired when I call
Stop talking about death
He said mysteriously
Like a hornbill
I wanted to connect with her
No hope for the future
No possibility of conspiracy
Just a genuine chat
Comments, advice and greetings
It’s almost empty
She’s always coherent
What do you notice when someone shuts down
But the delivery shows the way forward
I’m on the verge of preponderance
No feedback left in the tank
I used most of it before I was born
I have so much I want to share
Nothing will be accepted
She has very few ears left
Too much rest and how
Can we compete with odds and ends
For the record, I wanted to be closer
Following the smoke when you wake up
Please read this knowing I would
Have been even a best friend
Perhaps better than a son
So many roles
I also got parent
It’s too late to be a mother
She had too many lives
Before he arrived
If you were a teacher
You were a preparator of so many things
You taught me to be strong
Isolation is not perfect
But somehow
Being alone is also possible
And peaceful
© GÄ
Poétique 