Telepathy Between Souls
Time didn’t leave me,
It stayed uninvited,
It was my painter, my sculptor, my sword,
It painted and shaped,
It shaded and haunted,
I hadn’t been there for ages,
I was ready to face the silence,
I decided to give it a shot,
I wandered from room to room,
I hoped to find a note, some pieces,
Forgotten personal data,
Fragments, earlier drafts,
I found only a pair of slippers,
As far back as I remembered,
They didn’t belong to anyone,
Though I didn’t
find it surprising,
I quite understood,
Why our story had great rumour potential,
It scripted the best horrors,
And uncracked crimes once in a while,
I stared at the faded blue walls,
And the mouse- eaten wall paper,
I would have waited until the last drop of my life,
Despite any cost I surely would,
I would have waited for something to happen,
I closed my eyes,
The dust of time was erased,
Silence stopped
being voiceless and empty,
It was very proud and wise,
It learned to read lines on the palms of the wind,
Where was I?
I was nowhere,
I was one shatter of silence,
I listened to summer rain,
It was mesmerizingly dripping,
The world didn’t need my voice,
Only the grave of my past needed it,
Only here it wanted to share its message,
I was carried away hunting prompts,
They were encrypted in dancing gestures,
In the bubbles of shadow games,
I didn’t control,
I didn’t affect events,
It seemed there was no rift in this endless day,
I couldn’t stop wonder,
How quietly strings were talking nonsense,
I heard the door creak,
Hardly enough to believe it,
Somebody’s breath is trembling,
Near my cheek,
I was sure it’s hers,
I still remembered her living,
I found the courage to lock eyes with her,
I turned and found nothing,
I saw a watery stain on the wall,
It was my cheek height,
Out of blue it was a fierce ring,
The telephone burst out crying.
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