back to nothing

He did not speak,

he sat there

smoking

standing aside

almost forgotten

behind the smoke rings.

I was in front of him

(he pierced me with his look).

I did not sigh.

I waited

as the rain came.

He said nothing

though.

I found my ashes,

my unexpected dreams.

We both left,

no word,

no glare,

no nothing...

The skies produced a raven

while pouring

water drops

out of nowhere...

(inspirado no execerto dum poema de Jacques Prevert in moriana)

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