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communication breakdown
Today I saw someone
from the distant past
She looked different
with her
skeletal frame
lusterless tresses and
eyes
that looked like
unpolished onyx
that did not belong there
Feeling a surge
of pained indifference
I sat down
started a stoic soliloquy
with phases of silence
which seemed to
slash the flesh
draining the blood
and I held her hand
finally with a strange
coldness
she looked at me and
something inside me
d i e d
In the agitated storm
of a few minutes
I tried to talk
summing up
the leftover fragmented courage
and care
When finally
I said something to her
pausing for
responses
all she did was
stare thru me at something
midair
and repeat a part of my words
and nod
and drift away
That way
all my questions were echoed
back to me
for which I had no possible answer
except cursed stupor
Centuries later
I got up
and walked away
while looking at her
as she sat
still holding
the empty tea cup
mid air.
from the distant past
She looked different
with her
skeletal frame
lusterless tresses and
eyes
that looked like
unpolished onyx
that did not belong there
Feeling a surge
of pained indifference
I sat down
started a stoic soliloquy
with phases of silence
which seemed to
slash the flesh
draining the blood
and I held her hand
finally with a strange
coldness
she looked at me and
something inside me
d i e d
In the agitated storm
of a few minutes
I tried to talk
summing up
the leftover fragmented courage
and care
When finally
I said something to her
pausing for
responses
all she did was
stare thru me at something
midair
and repeat a part of my words
and nod
and drift away
That way
all my questions were echoed
back to me
for which I had no possible answer
except cursed stupor
Centuries later
I got up
and walked away
while looking at her
as she sat
still holding
the empty tea cup
mid air.
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