Poetry

An uneasy blood cascades 
in the slender arteries 
when you, 
that I wanted to touch 
disappear into twilight of memory. 
 
Always a sense of bereavement. 
why do I care for you? 
Time drops like an old coin 
in the hands of a drifter. 
 
Take away my sleep 
I want to wake for the whole night 
and recite the unwritten poems. 
 
Again life had been very kind to me 
I am free to face 
muse and sorrow.