Monday, 16 November 2015


Haunted, we meet
Broken, we speak
Like the town we birthed
now lies forsaken
Our language
needs no translation
And I'll never know
Who's waiting by the shores
You departed
Who's still feeding the fire
You started
Who still trembles
When you say the words "Let's go"
And who is saving your rain
In buckets by their window.

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