Back to an older poem to try to make something different out of it…

The cover is fastened, tight
nothing will get in or out
both sides are safe from each other

A kiss is anymore unthinkable
when the glass has emptied
I fall asleep

Sadness will have to find
another avenue to leave

Confessions will echo about the chamber
or pound on the door
begging to be let in

That memory of a silent moment
hangs around
but is not as certain as it used to be

This screen-lit room
fails to recapture the moment
despite the empty chair

She turns
neither towards me
nor away

She simply is not here
not anymore

No kiss—no anguish

No waiting for oblivion

(3 November 2018)

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