you are just starting the lunch
I am just starting to sleep
we're on the opposite sides
of the world and keep
this distance
between us
and no hope remains
to meet sometimes
somehow
somewhere
although you've been here
but I am always at home
I never go out
if you were here again
you don't find me
you should
come to my place
forget
I'm not
that woman
it's not that love
it's not that life
what you have found
in your dreams
in your fantasies
I'm not enough
good
for you
my love
I'm not
enough
YOU ARE READING
Timorous whispers
PoetryI write my words on fragile paper ships. Drift down a stream and then rivers to rest in the sand on the ocean shore. One day you might walk there and find them. Or not...
