Thirsting for poetical moments I stretched everywhere
but I found nothing.
I excavated rocks and mountains
paved untamed terrains,
but I remained parched
drowning in dehydration.
The wells were all slipping in the night,
but it was a daylight in the desert..
Losing you,
the poetical moments rained.
Losing you,
the whole world soaked in water.
The tears made these dry words to cement my poetry.
I learned poetical moments are deceitful illusions.
They’re like salt: you want enough to balance your taste for life
though they are salt water
on my wounded throat
since you have been gone.
