it is the i in we
that has attached like epoxy,
indistinguishable like
pinch of salt to water
sugar to milk and
xanor to beer
tonight i will be alone
sitting on a chair facing the outline of the hills
light fading out
until what i see is only the flickering stars
above a sea of darkness
i will feel the chill of the cold night
a silk of mist hovering over my skin
it is the i, away from you and the we dissolving finally
decanting the i,
purifying the i in me
soon, i must learn this trick
of being one with me
in the darkness, in the cold,
i keep myself warm.
Nice practice huh! Anyways, you are right, it is the I in that word we that must practice warming itself in the cold, when the we starts to dissolve and the I is left alone. Hehe… very emotional…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the title very much,