Monday, December 28, 2015


On this corner of happy and healthy I stand,
Time will take its course,
This journey someday won't defy definition,
At some point, I become numb
And your face passes like every other blur,
Or the watermark corsets long-lasting.
For now, this pain locked in my embrace stays,
Sting of unanswered questions,
Incertitude of unfilled voids;
Is company till what is to be, becomes.

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