This will not go in a walk.This will not go in a talk.This will not go in a click.This will not go as we speak.
This is not a poem.
Nor romance.
Continuous emotional insurgency, about to break me, toReveal the inner pain, about to be dropped…
A Love Poem
You cart away
I was the start of a baptism that I didn’t ask for.
You became the total absenceof the frame I wanted to putaround myselfI lose my legsas I try to catch up…