This
one is for you
Like
a
thing
that
can
be
And
not exist
elsewhere
but in a limbo
(like
unborn kids in a womb)
you
probably are, now
trapped
in a body
growing
old.
But
its
not
You.
Only
somebody
who
feigns to be
something
more. I know you
I
think. I see you too, because
You
are very much like me. And that's
why
I write this today, for I know
You
are lost as much as me.
Now
alive, now dead
Now
grappling
with
life
and
now
dead.
That's
why
This
one's for you
As
much as it is for me
next
