free-dom I

I've always wondered what it would be like

to not dream, to not think

of past or future affairs

just get on with life in itself

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I’ve never had a chance for that

always chasing past loves

the ones that didn’t mean much

to others, yet stayed with me for a while

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I’m sure they felt it too

yet external or internal circumstances

didn’t allow much involvement in this

feeling called love

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it’s a shame really that I could always visualise clearly

building a life with them just by looking at them

their faces more familiar than any home

their insignificant presence imprinted on my heart

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that now weeps after every doomed romance

happened mostly in my head

heart also involved, forgot its beat

so singular, so shallow, so shaky

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but what is a single heart for

if only for the production of waterworks

building nothing, delivering nothing

only stories worth listening to, but not living

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December 2022

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Thank you for reading!