In that reflection
you thought you got hold of it
For a
second we looked as if …
In the
mirror installed in the window frame
I want to
remember only that first look.
Otherwise we faked it! for better memories
Could I
ever keep apart
The new
ones, the fake ones
All of it
the same muck, that is
What he
called it. Shoot the brain!
Someone
screamed. Someone cried.
Someone punched
someone, blue gaze.
The day when
you know
Your ears
are deaf, the songs are mute,
Close your
eyes and sink.
There is dance in those silent moves.