Crude and Uneven

 

i dont know what i hope for
when i search for  your hidden face

and i count
the few  words that were said

if they come to make me equal
or
if they are spoken just

to confirm the loneliness

Unaccomplished!

what i really  know is that
in the  domain of silence

does not fit all

does not contain all

Because

things keeps running in my hopeless ambition
the bite of the lips
the look of love
the hands shaking

images created

by listing

whom could you be

The language of your distance hurts me
and it comes in odd & even  days

to be sure

that i am still  crude and uneven

without you!