November 2023

A dreary month carrying in its cheeks The colourlessness of goodbyes Thin tears waiting to fall In eyes that closed without seeing The silent smog slowly makes way Through a horde, past the chatter Towards a silence that cries inwardly Nobody listens, nobody cares I think of you, knowing you don't think of me You and I blur, our reflection dimming In the mirror that captured us together The dead are crying in vain The living have even forgotten crying I want to live, but I know people are perishing somewhere like ants And we can't do anything Either to save love or to save life.