you are hearing stories
that you weren't even listening to
with an attentive ear
belated tears
between the porcelain trinkets
"how much for the cup?"
in the strange light
of late afternoon
then you resume your tasks
of the day and of the evening
you remember all the confidences
you did not want to receive
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#3034poetry
you would have had the right to complain
to return home without
leaving a trace
you couldn't have known she would spend the night
staring at your window
despite the cold and the snow storm
#3033poetry
words will be put together
which mean nothing
but it will looks good
you reminded me of
the importance of wearing hat
and that will be good enough
for this strange day
#3029poetry
like a dawn
the day is waking up, again!
a ray of sunshine
a kind of joy
I'm not talking about a good conscience
or strong emotions
what I mean is a hand, shaking
on the door handle
a consciousness of living
in the moment
#smiling a little too much*
smiling a little too much
it is the thought that counts
grounding the ideal
we will say things
too many of them
behind closed doors
(and the sun continues)
*posted in 2019, edited in 2022