You shall not have my hate


Inspired by this article

Move on? 

How can I?

Where can I?


On my way to work,

on some mornings,

I just stand 

on the pavement 

where I 

watched the death of

my wife

I held tightly in my arms

And

my baby whose

Gurgling voices

I still hear

On some mornings

in my empty balcony

 

 

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