Here Nowhere
I am only going home
there is no music
there is no moonlight
the soundless misty rain
I own this dark night
the earth used to be flat
her chest used to be flat
not any more
if a frog comes to my door
what should I say to him?
I don't remember her face any more
I don't remember her voice any more
I remember it was long ago
snow flakes are falling
like cherry blossoms in spring
dread of tomorrow is here
hope of yesterday is nowhere
here nowhere
now
- Commonline Journal, May 2015 -
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