that this is how we’ll go, we’ll be the tomato plantgrowing in the vineyard.
Free verse
In the end,photography is all that will be leftfrom this time or the other for the clock doesn’t run backward.
Strolling tonight through the corridorsOf my abandoned mind, a disembodied…
Emails and calendars,and tasks and teams.Documents and deadlines,and avatars,and…
A moment without her, I’m a puzzle incompletewaiting for her presenceto fill the missing…