i dress up for the day
and prepare myself for a walk
and leave a message on the table
for you to read
there is nothing between those
simple lines
I have to carry them with me
I always manage to carry the unseen weight
As i do not have to add
What i have to yours
I walk at the boulevard
Like anyone else
Taking more air, exhaling what is
Not necessary
It is simple as that
There is no need for more complications
When i return home
You are there waiting for me
We kiss
And as usual
Nothing happens
Because we keep our own lonely matters
Responsibly
On those strong cabinets of our
Maturity.
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