silent
treatment
could be a
way of life
stars
shedding
their
humble light
on the
crown of my head
(today I
read that on a
square mile only every minute
one ten
thousandth of an
ounce of
starlight
shatters to
earth)
is there
togetherness?
I mean up
there?
fire
glowing right
in front of
us
miles apart
our chairs
are empty
though we
are sort of
sitting
there side by side
nothing
more to say
words are
hollow
compared to
what must
be forgotten
© Susanne Becker
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