Suspicion

new, romantic poetry


 

When it no longer matters,
or nothing ever mattered,
experience is like a chat box
you’ve used; last message is
yours, it’s “hahaha” or “lol”.
You scroll up in disbelief,
and then down again in hope.
Nobody woke up to say more,
still fast asleep in the soul’s dorm,
where lovers, such as me and you,

count loops of inner worlds.

 

Athens, 2021

© ifyouplease 2021
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Dodgem

Yes, all said already, but makes me think of the millions -billions? of souls, all coursing through the intersphere; all seeking meaning and recognition. Anyway, another gem.

Dougie

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