Poems from TAFirmin
I felt
uneasy,
I suppose.
But I also felt satisfied.
The way I used to feel.
I didn't feel particularly
bad
or good,
I learned.
In this heart I have seen
no man.
I have met
no woman.
There has been
no one.
For that
I am grateful,
if not
made less human
therefore.
Loving eyes,
something the man
talked of,
would show up
in pieces.
His private storm.
Why is it,
when we see
blank walls,
we feel the need
to leave a trace
that we were there?
"We existed!"
"We lived!"
"We were!"
As though...
It was obvious
he was tired of standing on the porch;
of everything.
"Visitors from parts unknown."
"That's not very comforting.
What does...