We did not say goodbye
He is gone or I am gone. It depends on the way I want to feel or which one of us will be the hero of my poetry.
Black sands
It was 3am, completely restless, i had to write you in those lines…
Him
I was not sure when I first saw him because we weren’t meant to be together in a poetry. But when he hugged me he became something, he brought something to me, to my breath, to my existence.
