Neither embraces, nor kisses.
Neither calls, nor mails.
I'm too old for some partners,
too needy fot others,
too independant for most of them.
Loneliness, kills.
Life can kill too.
But the void kills slowly,
with memories,
with silence,
those are his tools.
I wonder:
Is it wiser to end
once and for all?
There won't be isolation,
missing, needs, forlon.
There will be nothing,
just peace and no dreams,
no longing, no more.
La Finita
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