All I whisper to myself-be patient,
Only my lips seek the captive,
They grieve for you,
The aftertaste is Frank.
Where are you? what are you? forgot? did you see?
The reluctance? indifference?
All around you, you've managed,
Undisclosed, very personal.
Getting used to everything,
Even the right one is moving away.
It is not easy to approach zero,
The immeasurable veils the eyes...