Are longer conversations overrated?
How many have I had this month already?
There’s no end, no topic, no consensus.
There are pauses, laughs and awkward questions,
declarations and avowals.
Makes you think a bit, though
about the rotten state you’re in.
How you’re tied despite being free and
hating what you’ve become.
Nothing soothing emerges
and all’s in tumult.
The evening fades and roads are shortened.
Clouds dry up and time runs away.
Talks, companions and lovers
are tied up in the circle of fate
watching from close
Soft eyes, rising passion, melting heart
and nothing to say…
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