I write for you, I drag you in this line,
In the space I have I rush you, I cover you
WIth letters, connect you
To the title.
I write because I cannot touch you,
I was at the gate and you didn’t come, I wasn’t there
And you came with flowers,
I called your name, nobody answered. Night comes
With a loud scream vomiting stars.
I hate the way you are not here
Wearing your black shirt, the way I whisper your name
Let me exit, my hair scares me, the stage is full of rats,
My thoughts are old, older than me.
Give me back the fog, the loneliness, the body I forgot
In your cheap dream.
- Stella Vinitchi Radulescu