…but not forgotten

Locked behind the doors of my heart,

good wishes sleep unsaid

Whose key I’ve lost and yet to find

…this lonely empty bed

With dreams undreamt and vacant nights,

the hours linger on

All hopes and tidings unfulfilled

—and feelings all but gone

 

(Warsaw: March, 2022)

 

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