And...Not For The Covering - 6 (Cycle) You Were... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

you were and suddenly you were missing.
we cannot do nothing for nobody,
and oneself also, because it is already too
late. we don't have the humid salt, in the eye.

nights far colder today. cold air
in shoulders, we have.
becoming numb. quickly saliva is drying
too quickly, when I am moistening words.

I am moistening it with a wet warm tongue,
so, not very real, I know, that already
to change, it won't give.
too late, is for the truth, and on ever...

on less and more. by it I know today, in reality
how much fear it costs me. because, after all
you were... and suddenly, doesn't have nothing...
a salt not will be... is unnecessary.


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Cycle devoted to my dead friend from youthful years - JN