תל אביב Tel Aviv
The light on your beaches
is a farewell
taken in advance
looking westwards to the sun
that falls into the sea day after day
a sweet to-and-fro of your waves
where I emptied my pockets of expectations
as if there was no time between us
your endlessness, pigeon blue
sticks to the eyelids
for the dreams to be dreamt elsewhere
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It’s always been words that got to me
No matter how much is done and lived and paid for in therapies
My bad poetry and your bad grammar
Redundant texts and missing commas
There is only enough room for fear
where you leave out punctuation
Nothing to hold onto
With the spaces you typed between us
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Vsaka solza je nov spomin, ki se dvigne k nebu
nov utrinek preteklosti
razprostrt
čez zlomljen jambor besed
© Anja Malenšek 2023-10-04