looking at her in my silence
how i wish i can tell her the sweetest lie that i can muster
to whisper in her ear
i myself cannot tell it to myself
i let things go
as smooth as perfect as it should be
in status qou ante
there is no problem there is no problem really
or if there is any
it will just take care of itself
even if i shrink like a gnat
i will keep my silence
just to make her happy
(perhaps) because i have loved her that much
and i do not want to accept it
definitely, it has nothing to do with the charms of an attraction
it is not there
the room is empty of its scent
and the wind is not there anymore
it is the solitude of an empty room
lights are switched off
and the beautiful evening begins anew
no complication no questions
just the two of us
sleeping soundly like the notes of music
on a score that is closed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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