The Indebted Disclosure

Know the words, the meaning is translucent,

Can’t say…

Time is ticking, it has passed the hour – the shower of love 

That dove can’t mean anything now

The coffee is still warm in palms, but can’t be drunk,

Wisdom has come at a price,

The birds are still green and grey, chirping, whistling to their tunes

Life never had to be easy; reminiscing

Write, write away the sorrow, the borrowed tragedy

Pen down that void – setting the world on fire

Goodbyes are meant to be – rough as is

Goodbye, au revoir.