Tuesday, December 01, 2020

Writer

i cannot write you everything.


i have enough ink

to create a world

where you could be happy,

but not enough

to put you in it.


i guess i'm saying

i can write

the hunger

but not the bread.


look outside

and the sun

is still rising

but will fall again

before long.


What will i have built before then? 

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