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after the funeral

 
I think I burned all your presences  
in the shadows that the sun puts on the walls  
I think I tore up all the pictures  
in which you weren't smiling your light  
 
I don't think there's anything left under the rugs  
after sweeping the room of the uninhabited house  
I think the cup was half full of hot air from balloons  
and the plate, chipped, was half empty and sad  
 
I think you left without telling me what to do  
I think you left without telling me what to do  
I think you left  
without telling me what to do  
 
I think I burned my skin in the blazing sun  
and I heard the sound of the walls cracking  
under the insistent sun of eternal winter  
of your eyes burning in all the photos  
 
I think you left and I didn't know what to do  
I think you left and I didn't know what to do...


PAR
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
Published | Edited 10th Aug 2023
Author's Note
When somebody dies in me...
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