Again
while I am talking to you
I am traveling.
I am going into the unknown
just to
meet up with you.
I am traveling
in order not to lurk
on the edge of existence.
I am traveling
to be closer to myself
and to you.
To be near you,
who left me
there
while saying:
I am always here.
Oh, dear…
Vida Nenadic
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