Sometimes I Wonder
...if you're still visiting.
I wonder what would you say, if only you could, about the dying painter in me.
"Paint more stories and poems," that usual line of yours. I oddly remember your tone while saying it, your expression. Your eyes won't blink and your smile won't be.
"I'm serious," you would say.
...
And I.
Would laugh.
Just a bit.
And I.
Would ask.
For stories.
And more stories.
And poems.
And maybe other reality.
Other reality. With you in it.
With you.
I wonder what would you say, if only you could, about the dying painter in me.
"Paint more stories and poems," that usual line of yours. I oddly remember your tone while saying it, your expression. Your eyes won't blink and your smile won't be.
"I'm serious," you would say.
...
And I.
Would laugh.
Just a bit.
And I.
Would ask.
For stories.
And more stories.
And poems.
And maybe other reality.
Other reality. With you in it.
With you.
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Paint more poems
Perhaps about caramel macchiato, cinnamon, books and your journey to find the absolute truth
Please..