I think we loved so blindly,
every one of us meaning
to explore the other’s face
but knocking over
everything
in the way.
Now each of us,
building dark images of
what we think happened.
I heard a song today
that played when we
were young.
It made me ache
to have you all near
just for a long minute
in which none of us
could speak.
Mark Nepo
1 comment:
Marjolein, ben altijd weer verbaasd hoe je prachtig kan "spelen" met beelden ....
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