i do not switch on
the table light
as i leave your rested body
on the marital bed
i go to the other side
of the structure
wandering what to do next
with all these
mess.
thinking and thinking
what if
i do not come back anymore
what if there are no more
mornings for me
what if
i lose this sense of balance
and collapse
without you
knowing what i really feel
damn, damn, damn
rivers restrained
repaint the masks and leave.
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