XXX
In the leap year
you are selling me
memories
and everything
what remained of them.
I am stealing you touches.
You have got them
more than I.
Or maybe
I cannot count.
Today I am
watching you.
Turn off the lights
and I might not wane.
XXX
Our separation
is one month and seven days old
but still it cannot stand
on its own.
Every day I have to remind him
that loneliness is breaking
nails on me.
Around the table
there is nobody to hug.
You are throwing
breadcrusts
under my feet.
I tripped first.
XXX
I hope that one day
someone will find me
even if he will not be
searching.
Under the bat´s wing
I do not deny anything
just that
what is in the thumb
like a splinter stuck.
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