The dark in which I hide

[Marcus Nalgaber]

The dark in which I hide

 

 

The phone vibrates 
on the table
its silent mode
does not prevent the incomng call

I see the screen 
that lights up
in the dark 
in which I hide

I know it`s him him hi
but I I I
I am no longer me

I am a parenthesis 
of myself
a space 
between before and now
empty and alien 
to cause and effect

The phone vibrates
on thte table
its silent mode
does not prevent the incoming call

but I am far
eventhough I am close
out of reach of his voice
and his kisses

in my nest of dreaming
at the mercy of a gentle wind