i was bereft

my eyes burned

i turned and left

i got an hour with your beauty

that i can't explain without lying

i know this boy who got this girl pregnant

they were young and gonna get married

it was going to be twin girls

then she had a miscarriage

and three weeks after that was the last time they spoke

both 18 years old, the grass cold and damp on their bare feet

they spoke slow, the air was hot and dry

the ground would warm up soon

the earth hurt

the moment was cruel to them both

but they weren't to each other

they could see

dumb ugly eyeless plants were growing,

worthless and without dreams

flowers and trees tasted sunshine, but

they would never cry in their sleep



Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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