My Poetry
   

Alone

I have to face the park alone...
And summer stage, and telephone;
And all the pleasures of the day
I have to face alone today.
I have to recreate myself by taking words
from dusty shelves, by crashing
every little bit of you and me
already split; by dancing, and by watching
stars, by catching whispers from afar,
by taking every step ahead
And fearing to be misled...I have to notice
the world when it is warm or when it's cold,
When it is getting back at me
For misconstruing what I see,
For every time I looked away
When it was time for me to pay.
I have to fall in live again
With silence and familiar pain,
I have to face the sun alone...
And here goes my telephone.

Mila Barg

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