High tide
The goodbye and speaking of it
words
that
stumble
over
lips
and are slipping away
with the high tide in the swallowing
down the curves of my throat
sentences without a verb
me
you
dear,
but do know
maybe for the last time
even if it was for the first
intensively sensitive
like guitar music or homesickness
it sings in me like the strings
of friendship
far over the border
it tastes like a song
without understanding the feeling
of silence en still so much
to say that day
and now
remembering it again.
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
10/10/2014
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Ingezonden door
Rudi Lejaeghere
Geplaatst op
10-10-2014
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