it’s winter now
you are not here anymore. i know.
dear bird, remember that day
when someone died in your place?
and I did not die today
although very often
I have nausea
heartache
head hurts
and the space around me still
is an elusive size
and that’s what i want to say
cannot be expressed in any words
all that remains is a hopeful struggle
i didn’t die today
and tomorrow everything
and tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow everything
will be even better
it is a promise
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