I am afraid of writing
because I can only write about you
and you are leaving
I am afraid of poetry
because the saddest poem
is the most enchanting one
and you can’t be the reason
I write it now.
Every morning, the birds remind me
that your plane flies well
like they fly well
and neither of them can ever fail.
And every evening, the dark sky whispers
that everyone’s almost asleep
and so are you
and so should I.
There’s no other choice but to sleep
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