December 15th, 2012

i saw my mother and sister
cry many times too often
as i lost a chance for a moment
of rest

i felt pains and pleasures
of which there was no trace left
as i lost the possibility
to know my hells and a paradise

i lost my keys
and i lost my passport
i lost the money i owed you
and the number
losing the path to
a home of a sort

on the fifth (or was it a third?)
i lost the time of
my loss

the scarred and unsure
memory of which
will be waiting
to be found

or invented
to be lost

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