It slips down,
but I wonder,
if it is true.
I am unknown,
easy to leave,
no one to you.

Did you care?
I asked aloud,
Did you hear?
Then I wonder,
if I did ask,
my lone tear.

Partly I did,
for a moment,
it hurt a lot;
then I heard,
that goodbye,
I’d be forgot.

(’12. jan 10.)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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