And I die again, the true exchange with end!
The rain storms flooded my porch again
The clothes drenched in water from heaven
And be removed by one who wears them
The broken window has been repaired
These curtains and sofa have been replaced
The wood from my bedroom has been recycled
These walls have no memory, all redecorated
Clocks have been timed with fresh batteries
Rose, lilies and all other shrubs are dead
The stream of red ants continue their trade
Before the dog barked, he has been chained
Its Saturday. you arrived earlier than sunset
Like a young husband, you don't speak your head
Weeding out your files from your briefcase
You curse again and again on some mistake
And when all the lights are down you stay awake
Restocking the pantry with beans and bread
If these are things that you want for yourself
You have become the ghost as I have became
God! It's a lonely place.
Lonely as always........
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