Widowhoods




A renewed widowhood each early evening
The concern of this state without you
Cut from the world's sounds
Driven well in the still moving constantly



White Widow, the death and its gear in less
But the absence everywhere else
The look that I could direct toward you
Touches near the switch
I switch off



I lie in an empty bed
Unused Widow
Following with my eyes the moment when the time stops
Not very important to date the event because it is numerous




April 2010