And it is wide and clear and lucid;
in my memory that I haul,
about the tepid summer night
and I was lying next to you, all vulnerable
under the unyoung window
that allowed the warm breeze in;
you held me with your shaggy hands
and with your hazel brown profound eyes;
and without words I heard you,
asking me to give you a chance
for I was fragile and young
and had been broken a numerous times;
I asked for time
to which you declined and
claimed to be right and not just same.
You owned me at the point and
I had no way back.
You held me in your hands,
like powdered dust in a fist
which only blow away at your will.
It was just too late;
because I had already been crushed into powder,
and have you ever heard of powder
returning to a grain?
So;
I was frail and weak,
living in the hope that you would look after.
Not realising, you only cared for grains,
and the next summer night
you had a grain
and I had a storm
that took me away
to distant places
where,
there was everybody;
but
you.
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