CIIPHER • N°02

THOUGHTS COUNT

I remember.
I, running so fast,
Only to remain still.
Pain was my appeal.
I’d kill to surrender.

I got used to it.
Again, the a bit late:
Never, but ever arrives.
Alive, I cannot attain.
I somehow knew it.

I misunderstood.
I did not know that:
When you said hello,
You were also saying:
Goodbye for good.

© Ricardo Sexton