Meeting you on the street

After all those years
We meet on the street
With your husband
I ask the permission
To talk to you
He doesn’t give it
You are very silent
Your heart bleeds
I leave you again
To die again and again

How many deaths shall
I have? On my cowardice.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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