Don’t Know

Don’t know when

did we become strangers?

or why

or how?

All that is registered in my clouded memory

is the smile whithered,

the door shut,

and the memory of closeness

faded into the seven clouds.

Looking at the river,

running in slow motion,

taking with it the tidal waves.

Did you know?

The southern winds ripped down

every line I wrote for you

in anger,

in kindness and in desperation?

So close you were once

and so far away now,

so far away that the wind

cannot whisper the story of our separation

in time you reach your door

as you

close it to the words

which have traveled the seven seas.

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