But Poem by Zyw Zywa
But
In the tearoom, we pretend
to be good friends -- in turn
we bounceball our days
If only I could make contact
but with words, it doesn't work
Our hands are close together
We gaze outside
it can't be explained
although we understand
And that already comes too close
Tuesday, April 27, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: farewell,goodbye
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
For CW #1 --- Collection 'The migration'
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