Why am I going alone?
Because I don't have area anymore.
For more wounds.
All corners
They took the scars.
And the memory?
She forgot,
That you can whisper,
that words
do not request to be stones,
that silence
is not always a punishment,
touch
should not leave
bruises on the soul.
I don't remember.
How close it tastes,
That doesn't burn.
When you breathe with someone,
Who doesn't take the air.
When you fall asleep peacefully,
without waiting,
till night brings
another unanswered question.
So I'm going alone.
Not because,
I don't request anyone.
I'm going alone,
Because it's been besides long
I was walking next to someone,
who made,
I felt
more lonely
than now.
And possibly someday
I'll halt being scared,
that each hand stretched out
He's got a hidden blow.
Maybe then.
I'll stop.
But present
I'm going alone.
And for the first time
It's not loneliness.
It's me,
Back to each other.
