No more angry static to be heard
From the mobile phones we used.
No more of your voice
to identify you: even as imaginary.
We stop knowing each other
When we slowly seal our lips in silence.
I end the signals that connect
You and I in this vast existence.
And then we leave the spaces
Where we were suppose to be.
Slowly time fills cracks...gaps
Until the crack is almost invisible.
Just almost.
(For Jave)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem