Curious Things

It’s just me
I can’t lift anything
and I hope no one
will notice.

Some silence
like the silence
of whispers
through deep forest
is what I long for
like food
I long for the silence
of the forest.

My young one looks to me
and I have nothing for him
even he knows that
but it doesn’t stop the process.

I’m trying to care for my body
but it’s kind of frantic
a desperate boy
trying everything
when only time
and rest will work.

and bit by bit
it falls apart
and, crying, I try to
gather the pieces
that have so long ago
given up
but they slide through my
as they must
because they’ve been gone
for some time
and the only curious thing
is why I don’t

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