suppressed by the artificial light
of this night shelter,
overburdened
by the death of your voice,
by you without me
my mind fails to spread the lamp-black outside
with the ill glimpse of the lamp
inside this room
which incessantly awaits you
my thoughts succeed in not arriving to make a cut
between the you who leaves
and the me that stays
it’s a one-shading black
in this limbo of screaming nights and unborn kisses
the lamp reveals only the stigma of obscurity
we are not allowed
to embrace
goodbyes