My dearest, you have lost the will to talk about almost anything.
Turning a blind eye to the words you've uttered as if inviting dust to gather around.
Again, I lost it. Lost to all who are the same, apologizing of my shortcoming.
Just a tad thought that the beginning was the start of an end, and nothing will ever reverse such.
So I leave this conversation to the wind, to blow where it would want to go, find what it searches for.

© hanniele