Easy words …
are normally easily spelt.
Thе hard part – is to stay silent!
and then to keep to yourself.
As for me, my eyes both -
have remained closed...
Been rumbling here
for days ... on.
But seeing the world
through someone else"s perceptions
makes it seem
a different place to dwell
  – somewhat –
bearable.
It"s clear to me
that I’m not mad -
and neither
you are -
when intrinsically intoxicated
with the fever of love -
that necessarily WERE...
And yet,
unexceptinally
you would find me moaning
at some Saturday night
a worn-out refrain of a song...
in a flashback moment of time...

Life …
between two of us keeps silent
still, breathless -
undisturbed.
Besides,
what does it have to say - else -
to offer or add.
It would merely seem
worthless
without you
to now only relinquish
 -- a vague representation 
of all…
And all that was before all
feels fake -- as to then --
and that is why today
words for silence I exchange
and bargain deep blue seas for land.
The rest of the things 
    “in life”
I am certain you would know -
by yourself
 - better!
Something
barely said
half done
and
yet
somehow
quite finished...
Anyway, what does this have to do with us both!?
How does it bother, exactly affects ---
when
for you
I am
that one
a little bit late,
and
still –
last
fatal
human
being.
.
.
.

(that"s it).