I write to drops of inky memories
And our tales which became complex and lengthy opinions
Grinded into specs and molecules
To the nights I watched the raindrops slithering down
Comsuming each other
As the violent gush of misty air danced and painted
Goosebumps on my flesh
I write to the hour within that cold blooded night
Where shadows convinced me of your return
But my heart was never intelligent and repelled
Against my mind
Luring me into dangerous misbeleif
Falling yet again in misconception,
And still
You did not come
(M.M)
