The visit

I didn’t know when you left

but there was no longer smiles

all baggaged in one quick pile

I noticed.

Like a hungry pen

I sipped every leaking voice

wrapped in that envelope

addressed from you

must man live on words alone

words that shuffle my thoughts

with the crooked walk of my heart

slow paced without meaning

until I catch you

I don’t know the face of this stranger

an indiscreet guest

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